Cold-Hearted - Kylee24 - Hogwarts Legacy (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own] (2024)

Chapter 1: A New Life

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June

A fifteen-year-old girl rushed up the stone path of the hamlet, her long brown hair flowing like a banner behind her. She slowed as she neared the small wooden gate of a weathered, run-down cottage. With a calm breath, she opened the gate, her eyes softening at the sight of blooming plants. However, her serenity was short-lived as she froze, noticing a slight crack in the front door.

Taking a cautious step forward, she reached under her tan cloak and pulled out a wand. It felt awkward and too long in her hands, a constant reminder that it had once belonged to her deceased mother. The weight of its history was palpable. She pushed the door open slowly, her senses on high alert. The sight that greeted her was disheartening: the cottage interior lay in disarray, clearly ransacked in a desperate search for something.

Her purple eyes narrowed as she surveyed the chaos. Ensuring she was alone, she let out a small, controlled breath. With a flick of her wand, a light pulse emanated from its tip, revealing three distinct auras that meandered through the house. She hummed softly, her gaze drawn to the aura she was seeking—a light indigo trail that suggested it had been left between two to four hours ago. Relief and frustration mingled within her as she realized her father had vanished before the arrival of the other auras.

She retrieved a small notepad from her purse, flipping it open to a fresh page. With a quill poised, she began to describe the auras. The first was a dull red interwoven with a dull forest green, the second a blend of silver and dull red, and the last one a mixture of brown and silver. Each aura carried a sinister undertone, tinged with the dark arts.

“Well… whoever these three wizards are, they have one thing in common,” she mused, tapping her quill against her lips. Another flick of her wand caused the auras to dissipate. “Their aura is tainted with the Dark Arts.”

She shook her head, moving through the cottage with purposeful strides. If her father had vanished before these dark wizards arrived, he had anticipated their coming and sent her away for a reason. She paused, her eyes falling on a small envelope placed delicately on her bed. It must have appeared upon her entry, untouched by the chaos surrounding it.

“As always, you were prepared for this,” she murmured, sitting on the edge of the bed. She carefully opened the envelope, extracting the letter within and reading it with a calm, steady breath.

“Dear my gem,

I’m so sorry. There are many things that I wish I could explain to you but I swore to your mother I’d never speak of what she told me. As I'm sure you figured out, I’m being hunted by Dark Wizards. Due to this, I’ve decided to write to an old friend, the Headmaster of Hogwarts: Phineas Nigellus Black. He should be sending someone to fetch you by the time you finish this letter. We attended Hogwarts together, we both are purebloods, but when I met your mother I decided to vanish from the world, something I’m sure he’ll be very annoyed with to this day. I was very different as a young man than as your father. The only thing I truly can tell you is that your mother and I adore you, and we are so sorry.

Love your father.”

The familiar swoosh of someone apparating drew her attention. A tall, clever-looking wizard with black hair, shrewd, narrow eyes, a pointed beard, and thin eyebrows stood before her. Their eyes met, and she spoke with quiet confidence.

“Phineas Nigellus Black, I presume.”

He gave a curt nod, his eyes appraising her. “And you must be Saphira Morrigan, my old friend’s daughter.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Well. Let us not dawdle in this… place.” His tone held a note of disdain as he glanced around the cottage. He extended his hand, “You’ll be staying in the Leaky Cauldron as I handle the Ministry.”

She took his hand, and with another swoosh, they vanished, leaving the chaos of the cottage behind them.

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Dear Miss Saphira Morrigan,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as a fifth-year student.

Terms begins on 1 September.

Preliminary supplies have been collected for you and will accompany you on your journey to the castle.

As you may be aware, the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery prohibits the use of magic by those under the age of seventeen outside school. However, due to your unique circ*mstances, the Ministry has graciously agreed to allow Professor Eleazar Fig to help you hone your spell-casting before escorting you from London to the castle for the start-of-term feast and the Sorting Ceremony.

Yours Sincerely,

M. Weasley

Professor Weasley

Deputy Headmistress

September

Saphira adjusted her jacket as Professor Fig secured the luggage for their journey to Hogwarts. The professor approached her with a warm smile, his eyes twinkling with anticipation.

“It appears we are almost ready to depart! It's a pity we didn't have a bit more time to spend on spell-casting. I presume you've been practicing the spells we worked on.”

Saphira smiled back, a glimmer of pride in her eyes. “I have, Professor.”

“Well,” he chuckled, a hint of admiration in his voice, “I’m quite sure I’ve never seen anyone take so quickly to a second-hand wand. You'll be a force,” he winked, “to be reckoned with when you get your own.”

Saphira’s smile softened as she carefully tucked her mother’s wand away in her pocket. “Thank you, Professor Fig. I appreciate you working with me before the term-”

Their conversation was interrupted by a sudden swoosh. Saphira’s eyes widened as a man she had never seen before appeared with his back to them. The man turned around, startled, before letting out an awkward laugh.

“Oh! Eleazar!”

He walked over, and Professor Fig stepped forward with a welcoming smile. “George! Glad my rather cryptic description of our location did not thwart your finding us.”

The two shook hands, and George chuckled. “I've Apparated to more vaguely defined destinations than this. Though, I confess I may have miscalculated slightly on my first try.” He laughed, glancing at Saphira. “Gave quite the fright to some theatre-goers in the West End.”

Saphira offered a polite smile, taking a small step back as Professor Fig grinned. “It’s been much too long. When I received your owl, I must say I-”

George interrupted him, his tone suddenly serious. “Best not to speak here, Eleazar, hm?”

“Of course.” Professor Fig's voice held a note of concern. He turned to Saphira. “Why don't we speak en route to Hogwarts?”

Fig looked back at George, who nodded. “We have a start-of-term feast and a Sorting Ceremony to get to.”

Saphira glanced around, feeling a strange sensation as if someone was watching them, but George’s voice drew her attention back.

“Wonderful idea!” He smiled at Saphira. “As long as your young charge here doesn't mind me tagging along.”

He mimicked walking with his fingers, causing Saphira to smile slightly. It reminded her of her father. “Not at all, sir.”

“After you!” Professor Fig gestured towards the carriage as the bell of Big Ben began to ring.

“Ages since I’ve been to the castle!” George exclaimed, a hint of nostalgia in his voice.

Saphira climbed into the carriage first and took a seat by the window. Fig settled next to her, and George followed, glancing around before shutting the door. As the carriage lurched forward and began to rise into the sky, Saphira's eyes were drawn to wisps of a dull red aura around a corner. She watched them disappear as the carriage ascended.

Saphira looked out the window, a small smile playing on her lips. Attending Hogwarts had always been a dream, one she had nearly abandoned due to her father’s disapproval. His tone had always been disapproving when he spoke of Hogwarts, yet she now sensed there had been more to it than mere reluctance. From the letters Headmaster Black had given her, it was clear her father had once adored Hogwarts, believing it to be the safest place in the world.

Headmaster Black’s aura revealed much about him—self-absorbed, lacking a love for learning, and never believing himself to be wrong. In stark contrast, Professor Fig’s royal blue aura matched his character perfectly: adventurous yet protective, a steadfast support for those he cared about. Saphira trusted him implicitly. George’s aura was a blend of light blue and orange, indicating strong communication skills, truthfulness, and a joyous connection with friends and family. He seemed quick to make and keep friends, a trait her father had always admired.

Her thoughts were interrupted by George’s voice. “And who is your traveling companion?”

Professor Fig gestured towards her. “A new student.”

“New?” George looked surprised.

“Yes, sir. I’m Saphira Morrigan. I’m starting school as a fifth year.”

“How extraordinary.” George studied her for a moment as Fig smiled.

“It is, indeed,” Fig agreed. “None of the faculty has ever heard of anyone being admitted to Hogwarts so late.”

“Nor have I!” George glanced at Saphira, who looked out the window uncomfortably. Fig gently nudged her arm.

“Of course,” he said, smiling reassuringly, “as the other fifth years will have been honing their magical skills for four years now, the Headmaster asked if I could get Saphira up to speed a bit before the term begins.”

George grinned at Saphira. “Well! You couldn’t have asked for a better mentor.” He winked. “Professor Fig is not only an exceptional teacher, he is also a remarkably intuitive—and gifted—wizard!”

Saphira smiled slightly, nodding in agreement as Fig chuckled. “Mr. Osric is prone to flattery. I dare say it's one of the reasons he's risen so far at the Ministry.”

They all laughed, the tension easing slightly. George then pulled out the Daily Prophet, unfolding it to reveal a headline: "Ranrok’s Goblin Rebellion: Truth? or ‘Gobbledegook’?"

Saphira frowned at the moving photo of a goblin as Fig’s tone grew serious. “I have. Opinions differ as to how great a threat Ranrok really is.”

Saphira glanced out the window, noticing what seemed to be a leathery wing in the clouds before it vanished. George continued, “Although I’ve yet to convince my colleagues at the Ministry, I believe he is a significant threat. And it was your wife, Eleazar, who alerted me to his activities months ago.”

“Miriam?” Fig’s voice was tinged with sadness. “How?”

George sighed, pulling out a cylinder with bronze cones on either side and a rune in the middle. “She wrote to me about Ranrok before she died—wondering what the Ministry knew about his activities. Before I could respond, I received this.” He handed the cylinder to Fig, who studied it carefully.

“It was the last thing she sent me, Eleazar. It came to me via her owl, but with no correspondence. I can only assume-”

“-that she had to get rid of it quickly to keep it safe,” Fig finished, examining the cylinder closely. “Presumably from Ranrok.”

Saphira’s eyes were drawn to the soft whitish-blue glow surrounding the rune. “What’s the glow?” she asked softly.

Fig looked at her, puzzled. “I don’t see a glow.”

“Nor do I,” George added, looking at Saphira with curiosity.

Ignoring the whispers that seemed to grow louder, Saphira studied the magic more intently. Fig held the cylinder out to her, and as she took it, the glow intensified before the cylinder popped open, revealing a single key made of goblin metal.

“Merlin's beard! How did you-?” George was astonished.

Saphira, startled out of her daze, looked back at the key. “I don’t…know…”

She reached for the key, but Fig quickly took the cylinder from her. “Wait! We do not know-”

A deafening roar cut him off as the carriage was torn in two. Saphira’s eyes widened in horror as a massive dragon loomed before them. It had dark, rough scales, ridges along its back, and glowing red eyes.

Fig threw his arm over Saphira to shield her, shouting, “Hang on!”

Her gaze was fixed on the dragon’s metal armor, alive with a silvery-red magic. She heard George scream before the dragon crushed the carriage in its mouth, silencing him abruptly. Looking back, she gasped at the sight of thestrals—bony, horse-like creatures with leathery wings—pulling the remains of the carriage.

The dragon opened its mouth, preparing to unleash fire. Fig shouted, “Jump!” The driver apparated away as Fig and Saphira leapt from the carriage, free-falling through the sky.

Fig grabbed Saphira mid-air, holding his hand out. “Accio!”

In a swoosh, they vanished just as the dragon’s jaws snapped shut where they had been.

Chapter 2: An Adventure

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September

In the cool, damp embrace of a cavern hidden deep within the Scottish Highlands, Saphira found herself crumpled against the rough stone floor, clutching her injured leg. Fig, the seasoned professor, knelt beside her with urgent concern etched on his brow.

"Are you alright?" Fig's voice cut through the echoes of their abrupt arrival.

Saphira managed a strained smile, attempting to downplay her pain. "Just a bit... shaken."

Fig wasted no time. He retrieved a small vial with practiced efficiency. "Take this," he urged, offering her a Wiggenweld Potion. "It'll mend that leg of yours in a second."

Grateful, Saphira downed the potion with a grimace at its bitter taste. As the healing magic took effect, she surveyed their surroundings with a mixture of awe and disbelief. "A dragon... at Hogwarts? Not exactly what I expected."

Fig frowned, his gaze scanning the cavern walls. "What could have driven it to attack a flying carriage? A typical dragon wouldn't..."

Interrupting his troubled musings, Saphira touched his shoulder gently. "Professor?"

Fig exhaled heavily, gathering his thoughts. "That key you discovered—it was clearly a Portkey."

Pushing herself up, Saphira cautiously tested her leg. "Then let's see where it brought us."

Fig nodded, his expression grave. "Stay close. We're in unfamiliar territory."

Exiting the cave, they emerged into the blinding sunlight, shielding their eyes as they adjusted to the landscape before them. Saphira's gaze swept across the ruins that stretched out ahead, prompting her to question their location.

"How far have we been transported from London?"

Fig's voice held a hint of incredulity. "Farther than the carriage could have flown. We're deep in the heart of the Scottish Highlands."

Saphira gestured toward the ancient ruins. "The Portkey must have intended for us to come here."

"Most likely," Fig agreed, his eyes scanning their surroundings. "Let's search for a path forward."

"Lead the way, Professor," Saphira replied, falling into step behind him.

Their journey led them along rugged paths and through verdant valleys, the air thick with the scent of moss and sea spray. As they ascended a rocky slope, Saphira's breath grew labored—a stark contrast to her accustomed sprinting through towns and villages.

"Not much of a mountain climber, are you?" Fig chuckled lightly, offering a brief respite.

"Not exactly my forte," Saphira admitted, leaning over to catch her breath. "I'm more accustomed to navigating streets than rocky shorelines."

Saphira looked at Fig to inquire about the origins of the Portkey, “George said that your…wife sent him the artifact?”

Fig’s voice softened, “My wife believed in ancient magics lost to time. She thought they held the key to something greater.”

Their path eventually led them to a towering ice wall—a strange anomaly in the Highlands' temperate climate.

"That's... unexpected," Fig muttered, inspecting the magical barrier. "Must be enchanted."

"Shall we put your spells to the test?" Fig suggested, eyes twinkling with anticipation.

Saphira drew her mother's wand and focused on the ice wall. With a flick, crimson sparks burst forth, shattering the enchanted ice into shards.

"Excellent!" Fig applauded, his pride evident. "I look forward to seeing your skills with your own wand."

They pressed onward, navigating through rugged terrain until they reached a shattered bridge buffeted by coastal winds.

"Reparo!" Fig incanted, and Saphira watched in wonder as the bridge knit itself back together.

"Woah..." Saphira breathed, her eyes wide with amazement.

"You'll learn that spell soon enough," Fig assured her, a smile tugging at his lips.

Crossing the restored bridge, they arrived at the ancient ruins that had drawn them from across the Highlands.

"I must admit," Fig began, breaking the silence, "I was impressed with your prowess in unlocking the cylinder. It's not often one sees such innate talent."

Saphira shrugged modestly. "I suppose I inherited a bit of my father's knack for uncovering mysteries."

"Your father was quite the Aurologist," Fig recalled. "I've perused some of his works."

"He sought to reveal unseen truths," Saphira explained, a wistful smile playing on her lips. "He even developed a spell to reveal auras—though he never perfected it. For me, seeing auras comes naturally."

"Auras?" Fig raised an eyebrow. "What does mine say?"

"Yours," Saphira observed, "is a royal blue. It signifies an adventurer, a pillar of support for friends and family."

Fig chuckled softly. "Is that why you opened up to me so quickly?"

"People can lie," Saphira replied earnestly. "Auras cannot."

Their conversation was interrupted by a distant whisper, barely audible yet insistent. Saphira followed the sound, leading them to a concealed chamber within the ruins.

"Professor Fig! Over here!" Saphira called out excitedly.

Fig hurried to her side, his curiosity piqued. "What's this?"

A glowing rune adorned the wall, pulsing faintly with magical energy.

"Why would someone enchant a stone like this here?" Fig pondered aloud.

"And how does it conceal a hidden room?" Saphira added, her hand inching toward the mysterious glow.

Before she could investigate further, Fig's grip on her shoulder halted her.

"Saphira, wait!" Fig's voice held a note of caution.

But it was too late. With a touch, the rune activated, enveloping them in a blinding light. When it faded, they found themselves in a new location altogether—a chamber she had glimpsed through the ice wall earlier.

"Okay... I think I need a new word for 'wow' when magic like this happens," Saphira joked nervously.

Fig managed a smile, scanning their new surroundings with wonder. "This is incredible..."

"Where are we, Professor?" Saphira inquired, stepping cautiously toward a desk where a slumbering goblin sat.

Fig approached the goblin cautiously, his voice respectful yet curious. "Excuse me?"

Startled awake, the goblin blinked in surprise before regaining composure. "Welcome to Gringotts Wizarding Bank! Vault number twelve, I presume?"

"Precisely," Fig confirmed, handing over the Portkey.

The goblin inspected it briefly before leading them deeper into the bank's labyrinthine tunnels. They boarded a cart that whisked them through twisting passages, past rows of glittering vaults.

"How many vaults are there in Gringotts?" Saphira wondered aloud, eyes wide with awe.

"Hundreds," the goblin replied calmly. "Each holds its own secrets."

As they descended deeper, passing through lower vaults and beneath the imposing waterfall that cleansed away enchantments, Saphira marveled at the bank's intricate security measures.

"Someone would have to be mad to attempt theft here," she remarked, her voice tinged with nervous excitement.

"That's precisely the point," the goblin agreed with a toothy grin.

After what felt like an eternity of twists and turns, the cart finally came to a halt. They were greeted by a guard whose armband glowed with an ominous hue—an unsettling reminder of their dragon encounter.

"Vault number?" the guard demanded.

"Vault twelve," the goblin announced, his tone reverent.

The guard's demeanor shifted, acknowledging their passage with a gruff wave before disappearing down another tunnel.

"Professor..." Saphira leaned closer, eyes fixed on the guard's retreating figure. "That armband—it glowed like the dragon's collar."

Fig's expression hardened with concern. "Similar magic... What could it mean?"

The goblin, noticing their exchange, interjected. "Is there a problem?"

Fig swiftly diverted the conversation. "We were merely curious about the guard's duties."

"He watches over the oldest sections of the bank," the goblin explained dismissively. "Rarely does anyone visit there now."

Their cart rolled to a stop in front of vault number twelve, the goblin unlocking the door with reverence and allowing them entry.

Chapter 3: Vault Twelve

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September

The metal swirls seemed to writhe of their own accord, drawing inward before the heavy door swung open with an ominous creak. The goblin standing guard greeted them with a sly smile, gesturing for Professor Fig and Saphira to enter the vault.

Professor Fig strode in confidently, his demeanor calm and collected. Saphira, however, hesitated at the threshold, her eyes darting nervously around the dimly lit interior.

“What are we supposed to find in here?” she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

“I’m not entirely sure,” admitted Professor Fig, turning to address the goblin. “Sir, could you perhaps shed some light on—”

“The instructions for Vault Twelve dictate that I grant access to the keybearer, and then seal the vault,” interrupted the goblin curtly, his voice echoing faintly as the door slammed shut behind them with an ominous finality.

“Wait!” Saphira exclaimed, but her protest was met only with the muffled voice of the goblin, wishing them luck from beyond the sealed door.

“Seems we’re trapped once more,” Saphira sighed softly, resignation coloring her tone.

Professor Fig chuckled softly, an amused glint in his eyes. “Let me teach you a spell that might come in handy here.”

“Yes, sir,” Saphira replied dutifully.

With patience, Professor Fig instructed her on the incantation and wand movement of Revelio, guiding her through the motions until she could mimic them with confidence.

“Revelio!” she intoned, and a pulse of magic rippled through the air. Saphira pointed toward a nondescript section of wall. “There’s something over there.”

Intrigued, Professor Fig urged her closer. “Move in and try again.”

Saphira advanced cautiously, her wand arm steady as she cast the spell once more. This time, the pulse revealed a hidden door materializing out of the stone.

“A door,” Professor Fig observed with satisfaction. “Progress.”

He traced his finger along the intricate runes etched into the doorframe. “And that symbol again…”

Turning to Saphira, he inquired, “Any ideas?”

She approached calmly, examining the symbols. “I think I might…”

Their discovery was interrupted as Saphira’s fingertips brushed against a faint trace of magic, triggering a sudden blackout.

“Lumos!” Professor Fig’s wand illuminated the darkness, revealing Saphira standing unharmed.

“Lumos is straightforward,” he explained, his voice reassuring. “Just the incantation and a flick of your wand. Try Nox now.”

Saphira nodded, flicking her wand to extinguish the light. “Nox.”

In the dim glow that followed, they proceeded cautiously, Professor Fig leading while Saphira kept close behind.

“This vault is no ordinary repository,” Professor Fig remarked thoughtfully as they navigated the labyrinthine corridors. “I suspect we’ll have to earn our way out.”

“I’m not surprised,” Saphira replied, her voice tinged with the weight of their increasingly perilous journey. “Given all that’s led us here.”

Her thoughts drifted momentarily to her father, whose practical wisdom had prepared her for moments like this. “My father would have relished a challenge like this.”

“A practical man, it seems,” Professor Fig commented with a hint of admiration.

“Yes,” Saphira nodded, recalling fondly the day her father had tested her in the woods, teaching her the art of harvesting leaping toadstool caps and horklump juice.

As they ventured deeper into the vault’s depths, Saphira’s senses tingled with the familiar whispers of magic. She followed the sensation, her wand at the ready, until she discovered a silver haze hovering above the floor. Tentatively, she reached out, and as her fingers grazed the magic, the ground beneath their feet transformed into slick ice.

“Are you alright?” Professor Fig’s concern was palpable as he helped her up.

“Yes, sir,” Saphira reassured him, steadying herself. “I’m fine.”

“You seem to have triggered something,” Professor Fig observed, his gaze now fixed on a statue that had materialized nearby.

“What statue?” Saphira asked, peering curiously at the reflection of the figure.

Professor Fig approached, studying the magical symbol embedded in the statue’s design. “Ah, this must be what you sensed.”

“Yes, but…” Saphira hesitated, noticing discrepancies between the statue and its reflection.

Her realization dawned suddenly as Professor Fig moved, causing the statue’s reflection to follow. “Of course!”

With determination, Saphira cast Lumos, aligning the reflection precisely with the statue. To her surprise, the statue sprang to life, brandishing a sword and triggering a cascade of silvery magic that encased the room in a protective barrier.

“Professor!” Saphira called out as the statues around them came to life, attacking with relentless aggression.

“We’ll have to fight our way out!” Professor Fig’s voice was firm, guiding her through spells of defense and offense as they battled the animated statues.

Their struggle intensified until, at last, the final statue fell, shattering the barrier and allowing them to proceed. But their respite was short-lived as the vault began to shift and change around them.

“Stay close!” Professor Fig urged before he disappeared with the barrier, leaving Saphira alone.

Moments of respite were brief, each challenge leading seamlessly into the next as she pressed onward. Saphira’s resolve remained steadfast, her determination fueled by the hope of discovering the vault’s secrets.

As she neared what appeared to be a dead end, Saphira noticed a shimmering light that beckoned her forward. Following its guidance, she uncovered a metallic symbol embedded in the stone floor.

“Okay, this is incredible…” Saphira murmured to herself, marveling at the intricacy of the enchantment.

She approached cautiously, her grip tightening on her mother’s wand. With practiced ease, she triggered the mechanism, causing the symbol to flow like liquid and transform into an archway.

“Professor…” Saphira called softly, a mix of awe and anticipation in her voice.

Together, they stepped through the archway, emerging into a new chamber bathed in a soft, mystical light.

“I’ll never get used to that,” Saphira admitted with a nervous laugh as they took in their surroundings.

Drawn to a basin at the room’s center, Saphira discovered a vial hovering above it. She retrieved it cautiously, only to be startled by the sound of a door opening behind her.

“Professor!” she exclaimed, relief flooding her voice as Professor Fig joined her.

“How did you—” Professor Fig began, his astonishment mirroring hers as they surveyed the enigmatic chamber.

“I don’t know,” Saphira admitted, her gaze drifting to the mysterious vial in Professor Fig’s hands. “But I found this…”

“A Pensieve,” Professor Fig realized, his voice tinged with reverence. “For viewing memories.”

He carefully poured the vial’s contents into the Pensieve, the bluish-white liquid swirling to form a vivid memory.

“Follow my lead,” Professor Fig instructed, guiding Saphira as they immersed themselves in the Pensieve’s depths.

In an instant, they were enveloped by swirling tendrils of ink that coalesced into a vivid scene: the very room they now stood in, but transformed by the hands of wizards long past. The memory unfolded before them, revealing a solemn conversation between two figures.

“All is in place,” one of the wizards declared, his voice resonating with purpose.

“The Portkey is well hidden?” queried the other, his tone cautious.

“Perhaps too well,” came the reply, tinged with uncertainty. “I wonder if the path we’ve created—”

“—may be impossible to follow?” interrupted the first wizard, his confidence unwavering. “Only for those who cannot see traces of ancient magic, as I can.”

Their exchange hinted at powerful secrets and trials meant only for those deemed worthy. Saphira and Professor Fig were abruptly pulled from the memory, returning to the vault’s reality.

Saphira gasped, her senses reeling from the immersion. She glanced around, ensuring they were alone before tentatively speaking. “That glow… surrounding them… is that what I’ve been seeing?”

“Yes,” Professor Fig confirmed, his expression grave. “Traces of ancient magic, dormant for centuries.”

Saphira felt a chill, realizing the weight of her unique ability. Her father’s teachings echoed in her mind—his belief that her gift surpassed even his own understanding.

“Miriam… and perhaps George…” Professor Fig’s voice trembled slightly, filled with a mix of sorrow and determination. “They pursued knowledge that may now rest in your hands.”

Saphira nodded solemnly, the pieces beginning to fit together in her mind. “It makes sense… My ability to see auras, to sense this magic…”

She trailed off, contemplating the profound responsibility laid upon her shoulders.

“We must…” Professor Fig started, interrupted by the banker goblin’s voice from beyond the door.

“The atmosphere has changed considerably,” the goblin remarked cryptically.

“Someone’s coming,” Professor Fig warned, his gaze narrowing as heavy footsteps approached.

As the heavy vault door swung open, Saphira's brow furrowed at the sight of four goblins awaiting them, including one unmistakable figure from the pages of the Daily Prophet: Ranrok.

"I was right," Ranrok's voice echoed confidently as Saphira scrutinized the group. Her attention narrowed on three distinct auras: the guard's, the armored goblin's, and Ranrok's—all tainted by a malevolent hue.

"Ranrok," Professor Fig's voice cut through the tense air as he stepped forward, Saphira cautiously trailing behind him.

"Seems my reputation precedes me," Ranrok smirked, his tone matching the smug aura Saphira quickly committed to memory. "I was beginning to think no one was ever going to visit Rackham's vault."

"Why are you here?" Professor Fig demanded, drawing his wand. Saphira mirrored his action, trying to settle into the familiar weight of her wand amidst the rising tension.

Ranrok raised a placating hand. "No need for that."

Saphira noticed the banker goblin flinch, his grey aura untouched by the dark taint surrounding Ranrok and his cohorts. Ranrok continued, lowering his hands in a mock conciliatory gesture.

"Just give me whatever it is you found here," Ranrok's voice turned insidious, "and we can let bygones be bygones."

The banker goblin nervously interjected, placing a hand on Ranrok's shoulder. "S-Sir," he stammered, quickly retracting his touch, "they had the key to the vault."

He nervously chuckled, earning a sidelong glare from Ranrok. "Choose your next words wisely," Ranrok growled.

"I only meant that the instructions for vault twelve were quite clear," the banker goblin steeled himself. "Sir, I-I must insist. I was to grant access only to one with the key. And you didn't have—"

Ranrok cut him off with a furious grunt, a crimson glow enveloping both the armored goblin and the banker. Saphira's eyes widened in realization; the same red hue tainted the aura that surrounded their magical beings. She took a step forward.

"No!" she exclaimed, recoiling at the sickening sound of bones breaking.

Ranrok coldly dismissed the banker, “I have no patience for traitors. Now, where were we?”

"He was not a traitor! He was doing his job!" Saphira defended, her voice ringing with indignation.

Professor Fig moved protectively, stepping forward. "I'm not giving you anything."

"Mmh, well—" Ranrok glanced at his fingers, his expression turning calculating. "Perhaps your young friend here will be more helpful."

Professor Fig acted swiftly, casting a spell towards Ranrok. But to their surprise, the red energy gathered in Ranrok's hand, rebounding back with force, sending both professor and student sprawling.

"Professor!" Saphira rushed to Fig's side, her heart racing as the vault seemed to react to the conflict, darkening ominously.

"Professor!" she called urgently, but her attention was drawn to the bubbling black liquid at the vault's center. A towering figure emerged—a guardian imbued with ancient magic, its whitish glow contrasting starkly against the darkness.

"We need to go," Saphira urged, helping Professor Fig to his feet. She spotted the archway through which they had entered, now shifting to reveal a new pathway.

"I know a way out!" Saphira declared, her eyes widening as she saw Professor Fig confronting the guardian, evading its attacks spurred by the malevolent magic tainting Ranrok.

Grabbing her hand, Professor Fig led Saphira through the changing archway just as the guardian's strike shattered a nearby pillar.

Breathless, Saphira leaned against the cool stone wall of their newfound sanctuary. "Merlin..."

"Are you alright?" Professor Fig's concern was palpable as he surveyed their surroundings.

"I'm fine," she reassured him, exhaustion evident in her voice. Her eyes scanned the unfamiliar forest path ahead.

"I've never encountered such a powerful goblin," Professor Fig admitted, his tone reflecting both awe and concern. "He seemed impervious to my magic."

Saphira nodded, her thoughts lingering on the dark aura that had tainted Ranrok and his cohorts. "There was something... dark. The same red glow from the armband and dragon collar..."

Surveying their surroundings, Saphira sighed wearily. "Where are we now?"

Chuckling softly, Professor Fig's eyes twinkled with a mix of relief and intrigue. "I can't believe it. It seems those who set up the Pensieve, the locket—and the path to both—wanted someone with your ability to end up here."

"Where exactly is here?" Saphira asked, curiosity mingling with fatigue.

With a knowing smile, Professor Fig gestured ahead. "Come. We've a Sorting Ceremony to get to."

Following him down the worn forest path, Saphira's face lit up as she caught sight of weathered signpost bearing a familiar inscription: Hogwarts. Laughing softly, she jogged after Professor Fig.

"We made it!" she exclaimed, a mixture of relief and excitement in her voice, as they headed towards the magical school that promised new challenges and revelations.

Chapter 4: Welcome to Hogwarts

Chapter Text

September

Saphira's anticipation swelled as Professor Fig swung open the towering wooden doors leading into the Great Hall. Her eyes swept across the expansive room, relieved to find the sorting ceremony still in progress.

"Oh good! We haven’t missed the sorting ceremony," he remarked, his voice laced with a hint of relaxation. Fig paused, his gaze thoughtful before he waved his wand. Saphira watched in awe as her attire transformed seamlessly into the distinguished Hogwarts uniform. "I’m no expert, but that seems more appropriate," Fig commented warmly.

"Thank you, Professor," Saphira replied gratefully.

Fig's demeanor shifted slightly as he turned towards the doors once more. "Now, I need to study this locket as soon as I can, but first I must contact the Ministry. They need to know what happened to George, and be warned of Ranrok," he said, his voice taking on a serious tone. He looked at Saphira earnestly. "For the moment, I ask that you keep all that’s happened this evening between you and me."

"Of course, Professor," she assured him.

Fig nodded appreciatively before smiling again. "Ready for the Sorting Ceremony?" he asked.

"Quite ready, sir," she affirmed.

With a barely open door and a cautious peek, Fig called out, "Phineas Nigellus Black."

"Prepare yourself to meet the Headmaster," he instructed Saphira.

"We’ve met..." she began, but before she could continue, the Headmaster emerged, swiftly closing the door behind him.

"Fig," the Headmaster's tone was strained and clearly irritated. "Nice of you to join us."

Fig met his glare with a solemn expression. "The Sorting Ceremony’s over," he began, pausing momentarily. "There were... complications."

"Complications?!" the Headmaster exclaimed incredulously.

"It seems the goblin problem has—" Fig started to explain.

"Enough!" Phineas interrupted sharply. "Goblins. I’ve no time for rumors, Fig. And I’m rapidly losing whatever patience I had left."

Turning to Saphira, the Headmaster sighed. "If you’re lucky, we might still be able to get you sorted this evening." With that, he opened the door to the Great Hall and proceeded inside.

Saphira hesitated for a moment before Fig gestured for her to proceed. "I’ll be in touch," he assured her quietly.

With a nod, Saphira hurried through the doors, emotions carefully concealed as she caught up to walk quietly behind the Headmaster through the bustling Great Hall.

"Professor Weasley! We have one more to be sorted," the Headmaster called out upon their arrival.

"Welcome! You’re just in time," Professor Weasley greeted warmly, beckoning Saphira towards the sorting stool.

Saphira settled onto the stool with a sigh, quietly allowing Professor Weasley to place the Sorting Hat upon her head. As the Hat's voice echoed in her mind, she listened intently to its assessment.

Interesting, quite a bit older than the others. You’re rather calm…having found out about a powerful ability. With a sense of…ambition, you wish to grow don’t you? "Better be... Slytherin!" the Hat declared aloud, and Saphira calmly rose to her feet, her robes transforming into Slytherin green.

Professor Weasley motioned for her to follow as the Headmaster interjected, "Oh, and one more thing. Due to the unfortunate injury on the pitch in last spring's final, this year's Quidditch season has been cancelled."

Despite audible objections, Black continued sternly, "Enough. It's not as though I've banned flying altogether. But don't tempt me. You are here to focus on your academic futures. I'm sure you all have plenty to do before classes begin tomorrow."

Ignoring the disgruntled murmurs, Professor Weasley smiled at Saphira warmly. "Quite an entrance. It’s lovely to meet you. I’m—"

"Professor Weasley," the Headmaster interrupted pointedly, redirecting his attention. "Would you be so kind as to show our new student to their common room?"

"I shall see to it, sir," Professor Weasley replied respectfully, turning back to Saphira. "As I was saying..."

Saphira nodded understandingly as Professor Weasley introduced herself. "Nice to meet you as well, Professor," she replied courteously.

"As Deputy Headmistress, it is my distinct honor to show you to your common room. Right this way," Professor Weasley said, leading Saphira down the familiar corridors of Hogwarts.

"It’s quite uncommon for a student to begin as a fifth year," Professor Weasley remarked thoughtfully as they walked.

"It may be a bit of a challenge, but one I’m sure you’re up for," Saphira responded with a small grin.

"I suspected as much," Professor Weasley replied warmly, guiding her to the entrance of the Slytherin common room. "In order to enter, one must simply speak the correct password: Aspiration."

Pausing for a moment, Saphira repeated, "Aspiration?" Her face lit up as the stone snake slithered down the floor, revealing the entrance that opened before them.

"Well done! Now, go on in and get some sleep. You have a big day ahead of you tomorrow. I shall be back in the morning to collect you for your first class," Professor Weasley said kindly.

"Thank you, Professor Weasley," Saphira replied gratefully, entering the Slytherin common room and watching as the doors closed behind her.

Taking a deep breath, she descended the stairs to find the common room quiet, save for one student who approached her with a smile.

"You must be the new fifth year!" the Prefect greeted her enthusiastically.

"Yes," Saphira replied softly.

"I’m the Prefect, let me show you to your dormitory," she offered kindly.

"Thank you," Saphira nodded, following the Prefect up the staircase to her new living quarters.

"This is your dormitory," the Prefect explained, before departing with a friendly farewell.

Saphira entered the dormitory to find three girls waiting. One of them greeted her warmly, "You must be the new fifth year! I’m Violet. Violet McDowell, that’s Velva Askew. Our other dorm mate is already asleep."

"It’s very nice to meet you both…I’m Saphira Morrigan," she introduced herself with a smile.

Velva smiled in return, commenting on her impressive entrance before bidding her goodnight.

"Night," Saphira replied softly, changing quickly before settling into bed, the events of the day swirling through her mind.

Saphira awoke with a start, her hand instinctively finding her chest as she gasped softly. "Just a dream..." she whispered to herself, pushing back the lingering shadows of her subconscious. Rising from her bed, she moved briskly to splash cool water on her face, the early morning light filtering gently through the dormitory windows.

"It seems my dormmates are already awake," she mused quietly, glancing at the mirror briefly before choosing her attire for the day. As she descended the stairs, the murmur of curious students reached her ears.

"That must be the new fifth year!"

"I wonder where she’s from."

"Must be different... starting Hogwarts in her fifth year."

"She’s lucky she didn’t end up as dragon food, like the poor man from the Ministry."

Saphira sighed softly at the hushed conversations about her, walking past a group of students who fell silent as she approached. One of them, a sly Slytherin boy, couldn't resist a jab. "Did you see the way she just waltzed in at the end of the Sorting Ceremony last night?"

Maintaining her composure, Saphira responded calmly, "She might be new but she isn’t deaf, thank you," shooting him a pointed look that silenced him momentarily. A soft laugh caught her attention, and she turned to see a boy with a book in hand observing the scene.

"The new fifth year. I’m Sebastian Sallow. Welcome to Slytherin," he greeted her with a smirk.

"I’m Saphira Morrigan," she replied, returning his smile.

"Nice job shutting them up," Sebastian remarked, nodding towards the group of Slytherins. "You have some backbone. Not everyone has a Ministry escort to school."

Saphira shook her head slightly. "He was a friend of Professor Fig's who merely joined us for the ride."

"Still, impressive. Dreadful way to go, poor fellow. Glad you and Fig are all right."

"Yeah, it was quite dreadful... but an experience all the same," Saphira reflected, her thoughts momentarily drifting back to the harrowing events of the previous evening.

"Interesting perspective. How did you and Fig manage to escape?" Sebastian inquired, his curiosity piqued.

"Some good luck, I suppose... it’s still a bit of a blur, to be honest," Saphira admitted, grateful for the change in subject.

"Didn’t mean to press," Sebastian apologized, offering a small smile. "You just get yourself settled, after all, we have plenty of time to chat."

Saphira glanced at the book he had set down. "What were you reading?"

"A spell book I picked up. Has a few interesting things, but not exactly what I was looking for. I'm sure you'll find out soon enough, but not every spell you may need can be found in our assigned textbooks," Sebastian replied, a mischievous glint in his eye.

Saphira raised an eyebrow, a playful grin forming on her lips. "Oh?"

Sebastian paused before smirking slightly. "Seems I may have met a kindred spirit," he chuckled, amusem*nt dancing in his eyes. "That is a conversation for another time. It was good meeting you. Good luck today."

"Thanks..." Saphira nodded, walking away, aware of his lingering gaze.

Descending further down the stairs, she was intercepted by another girl who approached her eagerly. "I know who you are. You’re my new dormmate. The one who barged in with Professor Fig last night."

Saphira smirked slightly. "Interesting tactic on your first day – taking all the attention away from the first-years."

"Saphira Morrigan," she introduced herself casually.

"Imelda Reyes. Shame I wasn’t with you and Fig. I could’ve lured that dragon away. My skills on a broom are legendary," Imelda boasted confidently.

Saphira regarded her with amusem*nt. "Right... I’m sure," she replied diplomatically, taking a step back. "It was nice meeting you."

Moving away from Imelda, Saphira approached a glass window where two students were deeply engrossed in conversation. "I-I think I heard one!"

Curiosity piqued, Saphira leaned closer when a voice interrupted her. "Hmph, I doubt mermaids find us that interesting. Based on all the chatter when you entered the common room, I'm guessing you're the new fifth-year. I'm Ominis. Ominis Gaunt."

Surprised, Saphira turned to face him, her tone upbeat. "Nice to meet you, Ominis. I’m Saphira Morrigan."

"Morrigan? Unique name. You certainly had a memorable arrival, Saphira," Ominis remarked, a hint of admiration in his voice.

She let out a nervous laugh. "Yes, I’ve been told... not exactly the plan I had originally for the evening."

Ominis chuckled softly. "Dragons? I don’t like anyone's plans for that. However, do let me know if I can be of any help as you navigate your first days here. Though I doubt you'll need it."

Saphira's smile faded slightly as she muttered to herself, "I might need it far more than you know."

She cleared her throat, addressing Ominis again. "Did you know you’d be placed in Slytherin?"

"Most certainly. My family on my father's side are direct descendants of Salazar Slytherin – one of the four founders of Hogwarts. Not something I'm especially proud of, mind you. He was obsessed with blood status. A pure-blood maniac. Unfortunately, most of his descendants do not fall far from that tree," Ominis explained, a touch of bitterness evident in his tone.

"I see..." Saphira replied quietly, gazing out at the tranquil waters beyond the window.

"Is it common for students to look for mermaids?" she asked, shifting the conversation.

"Quite common. But no one has seen a mermaid. You could see the Giant Squid, if you’re willing to wait long enough," Ominis replied, his voice taking on a lighter tone.

Saphira chuckled softly. "Right..."

"It truly was a pleasure to meet you, Ominis," she concluded politely, preparing to leave.

Before she could go far, Violet hurried over. "Saphira! There you are! Professor Weasley is waiting for you outside the common room."

"Ah... thank you, Violet," Saphira acknowledged gratefully, turning to ascend the stairs towards the common room exit.

Sebastian's smirk widened as he observed Saphira leave the common room. "She’s interesting," he remarked, catching Ominis's attention.

Ominis, leaning casually against the wall, shook his head with a slight sigh. "She sounded tired."

"She sounds like she’s full of secrets," Sebastian mused, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully.

Ominis raised an eyebrow, giving Sebastian a knowing look. "Do try not to traumatize the poor girl; it seems like she’s already been through enough."

"I would never!" Sebastian protested dramatically, placing a hand over his heart in mock offense.

"Sebastian," Ominis interjected with a hint of amusem*nt, knowing his friend's penchant for curiosity often verged on the relentless.

Saphira exhaled softly as she passed through the towering doors, summoning a smile despite the fatigue weighing on her. "Professor Weasley, good morning!"

"Good morning, Saphira. I trust you're ready for your first day at Hogwarts?" Professor Weasley's warm gaze met hers.

"Yes, ma’am," Saphira replied, her voice steady though her mind raced with the events of the previous night.

The Deputy Headmistress smiled gently. "Good. I'm glad to hear it. I hope your first night was restful."

"Very," Saphira affirmed, though the truth lay hidden behind her composed facade.

"Well! Let’s make the most of it. You only have one first day at Hogwarts," Professor Weasley encouraged, her eyes twinkling with encouragement. "Now, in light of your unique situation joining us as a fifth year, you'll need to catch up with your classmates and not fall behind. Especially as you'll be expected to complete your O.W.L.s at the end of the year."

"Ordinary Wizarding Levels, right?" Saphira confirmed, recalling her father’s rigorous homeschooling efforts.

"Correct. Seems what I was told about you being somewhat taught was true," Professor Weasley nodded approvingly. "Well, that may put you not as far behind as we had originally feared. Now, this is what I’ve been wanting to show you."

She presented a large, meticulously crafted book. "This is called a Field Guide. It has a map of Hogwarts and the surrounding areas, a section for your notes on your experiences and spells, all designed to help you catch up and stay with your classmates. Many of us contributed to this guide. Now, let me walk you to Central Hall. From there, you'll find it quite easy to follow the map to your first class!"

Professor Weasley’s smile remained warm as they reached Central Hall. "Do you understand everything?"

"Yes, ma’am," Saphira replied, nodding earnestly.

"Good. I do hope you enjoy your classes. That will be all for now. You'll be expected in both Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts today. And I would advise you to visit Hogsmeade at your earliest convenience to replace the supplies you lost on the way here."

"Thank you, ma’am," Saphira expressed her gratitude sincerely.

"A lot to absorb on your first day! And you still have much to learn! Fortunately, your professors have agreed to provide additional assignments for you outside of class. You'll be up to speed in no time."

"Right. Please extend my thanks to everyone for being so accommodating," Saphira said gratefully.

"Of course. It's our duty as your professors," Professor Weasley assured her before her expression turned more serious. "However, Professor Fig has been quite vague about the events before your arrival—specifically, what happened after the dragon attack. I suspect there's more to the story than a simple search for belongings and a journey to the castle."

Saphira managed a tight smile. "It's all a bit muddled in my head right now... I couldn’t tell you up from down or left from right about everything that happened yesterday evening."

"Yes, that does make sense," Professor Weasley conceded, concern etching her features. "Well, if you gain some clarity, do come discuss it with me. Our priority at Hogwarts is the safety and well-being of our students."

With those words, Professor Weasley departed, leaving Saphira to gather herself. She took a deep breath, contemplating the surreal whirlwind of events since arriving at Hogwarts. Lying to the Deputy Headmistress was not how she envisioned her first day, nor was facing a dragon attack or skirmishing with goblins. It was all too much to process, especially on top of the recent disappearance of her father and the abrupt upheaval of her life.

"If this doesn't calm down soon," Saphira murmured to herself, "I might as well dive into the Black Lake and seek refuge with the mermaids."

Shaking off the morbid thought, she squared her shoulders and headed toward Charms class, hoping fervently that the dragon attack marked the end of her extraordinary misadventures—at least for the time being.

Chapter 5: The First Day is Always the Strangest

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September

Saphira entered the Charms classroom with a mix of relief and apprehension. The room was nearly filled with eager students, and she hesitated momentarily until a friendly voice called out, breaking her hesitation.

“Here!”

Turning around, Saphira spotted a girl in vivid red, her grin inviting. “There’s an open seat here,” the girl offered cheerfully.

Quickening her step, Saphira ascended the steps with a grateful smile. “Thank you,” she said as she settled into the seat beside her newfound acquaintance.

“I’m Natsai Onai, but you can call me Natty,” the girl introduced herself warmly.

“Saphira Morrigan,” she replied, shaking Natty’s outstretched hand.

They exchanged smiles, and Saphira couldn’t help but express her gratitude. “Nice to meet you.”

“You too! Thank you, by the way,” Natty responded.

“For what?” Saphira inquired, her curiosity piqued.

“Not calling me that ‘new fifth year’,” she explained with a small sigh. “It’s all I’ve been called since I arrived. The rumors about me are already getting out of control, and it's only the second day.”

“So, you didn’t send fire back at the dragon?” Natty asked with a hint of amusem*nt.

Saphira chuckled softly, meeting Natty’s gaze. “No, I did not. I was far too busy trying not to get burnt to a crisp or eaten.”

Natty smiled sympathetically. “I see. Have you met Professor Ronen yet?”

“No, I haven’t had the pleasure,” Saphira admitted, feeling a bit relieved to find someone who wasn’t sizing her up for mysterious reasons.

Their conversation was interrupted by Professor Ronen’s jovial presence, drawing everyone’s attention as he embarked on his welcoming speech.

“Welcome to year five of Charms,” he began, his voice carrying a tone of enthusiasm that filled the room. “This will be a crucial year in your education on the art of Charmwork, and I am confident that we will tackle it with the passion and rigor it demands.”

As Professor Ronen directed the class to their textbooks, Saphira found herself momentarily distracted until Natty nudged her book closer. Saphira mouthed a quiet “thank you” before flipping through the pages, only to have the book vanish from beneath her fingers.

“It seems the summer months have taken a toll on you all,” Professor Ronen remarked with a chuckle, scanning the room with mock severity. “Do you even remember how to perform a basic Summoning Charm?”

With a lighthearted admonishment, he rearranged the class into pairs for a practical exercise. Saphira and Natty positioned themselves opposite each other, ready for the challenge.

“Do you know the Summoning Charm?” Natty asked with a grin.

“I do,” Saphira confirmed, raising her wand gracefully. “Accio.”

The book soared into her waiting hands, eliciting a bright smile from Natty. “You did well!”

“Thank you, Natty,” Saphira replied warmly.

“You are a swift learner!” Professor Ronen praised. “I see a lot of potential in you. But remember, potential is nothing without practice. Keep at it, and you might just rival Miss Onai here!”

Saphira chuckled softly at the unexpected attention. Adjusting her wand, she listened as Professor Ronen proposed an outdoor activity, drawing their lesson to a close.

As they followed Professor Ronen outside, Saphira felt a sense of camaraderie with Natty, their conversation easing the initial nerves of being the “new fifth year” at Hogwarts.

Saphira walked alongside Natty, a small smile playing on her lips as Professor Ronen addressed the class with infectious enthusiasm.

“I've always found that fun goes hand in hand with mastery, as I'm sure the Quidditch players amongst us would agree,” Ronen remarked with a chuckle, his gaze sweeping over the students gathered around him. “So, what better than a bit of sport to put our prowess with the Summoning Charm to the test? Right?”

The classroom buzzed with anticipation as Ronen orchestrated a makeshift game before Saphira's eyes, then suddenly turned to her with a mischievous grin.

“So, why don't we have our newest student start us off? Huh?” he suggested, prompting a slightly awkward laugh from Saphira.

“Alright…” she responded tentatively.

With Ronen's guidance, the class moved into position, and he explained the challenge. Saphira adjusted her grip on the wand, a borrowed one with a faint crack she had noticed earlier, and focused on the task at hand.

“Very simply, cast Accio on one of the spheres, and relinquish your charm at the last possible moment,” Ronen instructed.

Saphira nodded, raised her wand in a practiced arch, and murmured, “Accio.”

The black sphere in the middle began to roll towards her. She released the spell just in time, the sphere stopping precisely at thirty. Emboldened by her success, she repeated the incantation twice more, each ball rolling further than the last.

“Very good! Points to Slytherin,” Ronen declared cheerfully. “But there's certainly no sport in playing without some friendly competition! Miss Onai, would you care to give our new student a bit of a challenge?”

Natty stepped forward with a playful grin. “I won’t go easy on you.”

“Alright,” Saphira replied with a small giggle, her nerves easing in Natty’s friendly presence.

Natty cast her spell first, landing her ball at fifty. Saphira mirrored her, the ball rolling to the same mark.

“Very nice!” Natty complimented, stepping back as Saphira focused on her final attempt. With a flick of her wand, the ball rolled smoothly, but as she released the spell, a strange rebound startled her. The wand seemed to pulse with a faint golden light, and Saphira glanced down to see a small crack in its wood.

“Nice try!” Ronen called out supportively, approaching her with a warm smile. “Mister Prewett! Why don’t you try against Miss Onai. You may take a seat, Miss Morrigan.”

“Thank you, sir,” Saphira responded gratefully, walking down to join the other Slytherins. She traced the crack in the wand with a sigh, knowing she had to make it through just one more class before her mother’s wand could be properly stored away, as it should have been years ago.

Inside the classroom once more, Professor Ronen dismissed the class, and Saphira felt a gentle touch on her arm.

“Saphira! Are you okay? I saw that your wand rebounded a bit,” Natty asked with concern.

“Oh, yes, I’m fine. It’s a borrowed wand; I’m surprised it hasn’t rebounded sooner, truthfully,” Saphira replied, attempting to downplay her concern.

“Well, it was a good game back there! I must admit, I think I underestimated you. If your wand hadn't rebounded, I think you’d have won. It took me weeks to become proficient with Accio, and you managed it in just a day, even with a borrowed wand,” Natty remarked with admiration.

“Thank you, Natty,” Saphira replied sincerely, offering a small smile. “I wouldn’t say I’m proficient, just lucky.”

Natty shook her head gently. “Truthfully, it took me weeks to get anything right when I transferred here. It gets easier, I promise.”

“That’s good to hear... it’s been a lot to take in,” Saphira admitted quietly.

“To put it lightly! I remember when I first arrived. I transferred here from Uagadou just before my fourth year. My mother received an offer to teach Divination here. Before I knew it, we had left Uganda and were halfway around the world at a new school in a new country,” Natty shared, her voice tinged with nostalgia.

Saphira offered a sympathetic smile. “I suppose it would be nice having a parent here, though. You’re quite lucky.”

“I suppose I can see why you think that. What about your parents?” Natty inquired gently.

“Oh... my mother passed away soon after giving birth to me, and my father... went missing. That’s part of why I was transferred here so quickly,” Saphira explained, feeling a pang of sadness.

“Did you attend a school before this?” Natty asked, her curiosity evident.

“No, my father taught me himself. We moved around a lot. What was magic like at Uagadou?” Saphira questioned, eager to shift the focus away from her own tumultuous past.

“Hardly anyone at Uagadou uses a wand. I had to learn how to when I first arrived here. I find wandless magic to be much more instinctive, not to mention quite convenient if one is without their wand. I must admit, however, that I am growing quite fond of using a wand. It seems very dramatic,” Natty mused with a laugh.

“Yes, I can see how that would be,” Saphira agreed, her spirits lifting slightly.

“Thank you for asking. I do miss Uagadou, but I am glad to be here at Hogwarts. I think Professor Ronen wants to talk to you. Better not keep him waiting. Until next time,” Natty said warmly.

“It was nice meeting you, Natty,” Saphira replied, walking over to Professor Ronen with a newfound sense of confidence.

“Professor,” she greeted him respectfully.

Ronen turned to her with a welcoming smile. “I trust your first Charms lesson lived up to expectation?”

“Well, sir, an outdoor competition wasn’t exactly the lesson I was expecting, but I enjoyed it all the same,” Saphira admitted with a grin.

“What charm is there in the expected?” Ronen chuckled. “You did well, even with your wand being borrowed. Is it alright?”

“Yes, sir. Just a small crack, nothing major,” Saphira assured him.

“That is good to hear. Now, Professor Weasley has asked your professors to give you instruction outside of the ordinary curriculum! Expect to hear from me soon regarding a special assignment that I am preparing for you,” Ronen informed her with a twinkle in his eye.

“Thank you, sir. Have a good day,” Saphira said gratefully before leaving the Charms classroom and pulling out the Field Guide, making her way to Defence Against the Dark Arts.

As Saphira departed, Sebastian and Ominis lingered behind, engaged in a quiet conversation.

“You could use Accio on humans,” Sebastian remarked thoughtfully.

“Their clothes, Sebastian, you know this,” Ominis corrected him with a wry smile.

“Yes, yes,” Sebastian replied with a roll of his eyes. “What do you think of the new girl? I think she’s hiding something.”

“Well, that’s obvious,” Ominis agreed, his wand held loosely in front of him. “Didn’t you notice how quickly she moved past the topic of her parents?”

“Didn’t she say her father was missing?” Sebastian recalled.

“I’m assuming her father is Ulysses Rosier, a famous Aurologist. I overheard my father speaking about him. Apparently Black pushed rather hard to have his daughter transferred here at the easiest possible chance,” Ominis divulged, his expression thoughtful.

“Really? Well, if her mother passed away, I suppose that makes sense. Although, why does she go by Morrigan if her father’s last name is Rosier?” Sebastian pondered aloud.

Ominis shrugged casually. “Don’t know. I’m assuming her father probably wanted to distance himself from his family.”

“Any other things you overheard?” Sebastian pressed curiously.

“Just that until her father is found, our new fifth year is Phineas Nigellus Black’s responsibility. Apparently, he was named her Godfather, which means...” Ominis paused meaningfully.

“He’s her guardian until her dad is found. She doesn’t seem like she knows that,” Sebastian concluded with a thoughtful frown.

“I doubt she does. Black wouldn’t bring it up unless he has to. I bet she won’t be told until the end of the year,” Ominis speculated quietly.

Saphira ascended the steps leading to the Defence Against the Dark Arts tower, her eyes drawn to the stained glass window depicting a witch in mid-cast. Upon entering the classroom, she paused, spotting Sebastian and the red-haired boy known as Mister Prewett engaged in a spirited duel. Sebastian deftly blocked several spells before taunting his opponent.

“Is that all you’ve got?”

Saphira silently closed the door behind her and watched as Sebastian unleashed a Bombarda spell, narrowly missing the dragon skeleton, which teetered dangerously towards Prewett. Before disaster struck, a new voice resonated through the room.

“Levioso!”

The dragon skull hovered just above Prewett, eliciting a sigh of relief from a nearby student who called out, “Professor Hecat!”

“Perhaps you'd be good enough to blast each other to pieces on your own time. I get new students every year, but I only have one Hebridean Black skull,” Professor Hecat interjected with a wry smile.

Saphira observed the professor thoughtfully, noting the aura that seemed to emanate from her—a blend of deep red and royal blue, tinged with hints of yellow. It was a stark contrast to the hues she had noticed in Professor Ronen’s aura—primarily yellow and blue.

“It was a token from the Great Poacher Raid of 1878. No doubt you've heard of it,” Professor Hecat continued, drawing Saphira’s attention back to her lesson.

Blinking to clear her mind and refocus, Saphira noted the fading aura, allowing her to concentrate better. She couldn’t help but marvel at the distinctive auras of Hogwarts’ professors, each reflecting their unique personalities and histories.

“Now, you may be asking yourself how an old woman like me single-handedly took out the largest poacher ring in Eastern Wales and lived to boast about it. Knowledge,” Professor Hecat proclaimed, swirling her wand expertly. Saphira watched in awe as the dragon skull reattached itself seamlessly to the rest of the skeleton.

“To the wise, age matters very little. Today, we will review a spell that has saved me from death at the hands of Dark wizards more times than I care to remember: Levioso.”

Prewett looked visibly annoyed. “Levioso? A levitation charm?”

Raising an eyebrow in disbelief, he was promptly silenced by Professor Hecat’s demonstration.

“Levioso!”

Prewett found himself levitated into the air, his expression a mix of surprise and mild panic. Professor Hecat turned to address her students, her gaze sweeping over them with a commanding presence.

“A surprised opponent is a weak opponent,” she advised sternly, focusing back on Prewett. “Care to defend yourself, Master Prewett? No?”

She allowed him to drop gently back to the ground before continuing. “One thing I've learned as an Unspeakable is the value of simplicity, especially in the heat of battle. Now, let's practice what we've just learned—starting with something small.”

Students rushed to their desks, but Saphira hesitated for a moment before choosing an empty table. Professor Hecat proceeded to place feathers on each desk, preparing them for the exercise.

“Now, it's your turn,” she prompted.

Saphira took out her mother’s wand, noting the small crack with a sigh of concern. Whispering reassuringly to herself, she tapped the feather gently.

“Levioso.”

Professor Hecat passed by with a small smile of approval. “Now, let's try something a little larger.”

With a flick of her wand, she summoned a training dummy, causing Saphira to notice Ominis stumbling slightly. Professor Hecat smiled knowingly.

“Miss Morrigan, correct? How about you try first?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Saphira replied respectfully, focusing her attention on the task at hand.

“Good. First, cast Levioso, then follow with a basic cast.”

Saphira nodded, positioning her wand confidently. She cast Levioso effortlessly, lifting the dummy off the ground before swiftly executing three powerful basic spells that sent the dummy spinning through the air, crashing loudly as it hit the ground. Saphira inspected her wand anxiously, relieved to find the crack had not worsened.

“Very good,” Professor Hecat praised warmly. “But the best way to practice is through dueling. We’ll start with you two.”

Saphira glanced back to see Sebastian awaiting her, while Professor Hecat continued to instruct.

“Duellists, take your marks.”

Sebastian grinned at her challengingly. “Time for a proper Hogwarts welcome.”

He took his place at one end of the room as Saphira moved to the other, her nerves fluttering as the floor beneath them began to rise.

“Basic Cast, and Protego,” Professor Hecat commanded calmly.

Saphira turned, her wand ready. “Levioso!”

Sebastian fired the first spell. “Levioso!”

Saphira reacted swiftly, countering with a Protego charm that deflected his subsequent attacks with practiced ease.

“This can’t be your first duel—” Sebastian began, only to be cut off by Saphira’s determined counter-attack.

“Levioso!”

Sebastian found himself lifted into the air, struggling to regain control as Saphira countered with a barrage of precise spells. Professor Hecat watched approvingly.

“If only all my students were this adept.”

As Sebastian hit the platform and fell from her levitation spell, Saphira noticed her wand beginning to glow gold again. She blocked an incoming spell and pressed on.

“Levioso!”

Sending three powerful basic spells at Sebastian, she watched as he tumbled through the air before crashing to the ground. Ignoring the slight shock that jolted through her hand, she glanced down to see the crack in her wand had deepened, the golden glow more pronounced.

The platform settled back down, and Saphira stepped off quickly as the next pair of students took their places. She moved to the back of the group but was intercepted by Sebastian.

“Not bad for a beginner.” Sebastian dusted himself off, “You give as good as you get.”

“Thank you,” Saphira replied with an awkward smile

Professor Hecat approached Saphira with an air of calm authority, her demeanor softened by a small smile.

“I put you on the spot, and you rose to the challenge. Points to Slytherin,” she acknowledged, her voice carrying a hint of approval.

“Thank you, Professor,” Saphira replied respectfully.

Hecat nodded, her gaze thoughtful. “If what I've seen today is any indication, we can expect great things from you. I demand excellence from my students. They are capable of achieving it—and they must achieve it. A classroom duel is one thing, but battling Dark wizards—or, as ever more likely, goblins—is a different kettle of Grindylows entirely.”

She paused, her expression becoming more serious. “I'd advise you to keep practicing whenever you can. Perhaps Mr. Sallow will have some ideas for you. Again, well done today. I shall reach out soon with additional assignments.”

“Thank you,” Saphira replied, her mind racing with the implications of Hecat’s words.

“Class dismissed!” Hecat announced, her voice carrying across the classroom. As Professor Hecate gracefully moved towards the front of the classroom to address any lingering questions.

Saphira sighed softly, her thoughts still buzzing with the intensity of the duel. Just as she approached the door, Sebastian intercepted her with a casual compliment.

"Nice work," he remarked, his tone carrying a hint of genuine admiration.

"Thank you," Saphira replied, offering a small but grateful smile.

Sebastian continued, his gaze appraising. "That duel was quite something. Everyone'll be talking about it."

Saphira chuckled modestly. "Oh, good... it was good practice, I suppose."

"Practice?" Sebastian raised an eyebrow teasingly. "It felt more like I was dueling an expert. Didn't expect a new student to be so deft with a wand. Then again, perhaps this wasn't your first duel."

Saphira hesitated for a moment, then laughed nervously. "It was just beginner's luck..."

He studied her again with a knowing look. "You know, you might be a perfect fit for a certain exclusive, unsanctioned dueling organization."

"In Hogwarts?" Saphira glanced around, intrigued.

Sebastian smirked slightly. "I knew I met a kindred spirit when we talked in the common room. If you want to get the most out of your time at Hogwarts, you're going to need to break the rules now and then. Whether it's joining a secret dueling club or sneaking into the Restricted Section of the Library—you just have to be clever enough not to get caught."

Saphira laughed softly, appreciating his daring spirit. "Right. I'll keep that in mind."

She shifted on her heels thoughtfully. "Thank you, Sebastian."

"Pleasure chatting with you. I'm sure I'll see you soon. Perhaps somewhere unsanctioned," Sebastian suggested with a playful wink. "We'll see if your performance today was 'beginner's luck'—or actual skill. Look for Lucan Brattleby near the Clock Tower Entrance. If you're interested. Till next time."

With that, Sebastian sauntered off, leaving Saphira to shake her head softly as she watched him join Ominis Gaunt. She sighed, her fingers tracing the crack in her wand absently.

"I wonder if those two realize I know they’re talking about me," she murmured to herself, a hint of amusem*nt in her voice. With a final shake of her head, she consulted her field guide, determined to find her way to Professor Weasley.

Chapter 6: Hogsmeade

Chapter Text

September

Saphira sighed in relief as she approached Professor Weasley’s classroom. After being stopped every couple of minutes by curious students wanting to talk, she just wanted to get through the day and retreat to her common room. She hadn’t anticipated all the attention and frankly could have done without it. Everyone seemed to be sizing her up, trying to determine if they were better than her or not. The rumors and whispers that followed her felt pointless. If people were so curious, why didn’t they just ask her directly?

Pushing the door open to Professor Weasley’s classroom, she was greeted with a warm smile from the professor.

“Ah! There you are. I trust your first classes went well?” Professor Weasley asked.

“Yes, Professor,” Saphira replied, smiling as she walked over calmly. “They went very well.”

“I heard as much from Professor Hecat and Ronen. It seems Professor Fig taught you quite a bit before you arrived. I'd wager there's more to your travels here than what you've told me, isn't there?”

Saphira paused before sighing softly. “Has Professor Fig not discussed what he’s taught me?”

“He continues to be reticent about the details—mentioning only a few spells. Revelio, was it? And Lumos?”

“Yes, Professor, he did teach me those spells.”

“I see,” she muttered slightly. “Like trying to get a sonnet from a Streeler.”

Professor Weasley coughed lightly. “Regardless, you must continue to build upon what you've learned. In that regard, I've asked your professors to help hasten your progress with some extra assignments.”

Saphira nodded. “I’ve been told about that…both Professor Hecat and Ronen mentioned it.”

“In fact, Professor Ronen will meet you outside momentarily to assign your first one. Now, regarding the trip to Hogsmeade I mentioned earlier. We've arranged to replace the supplies lost on your way here—including seeds, potion recipes, and spellcrafts. And Mr. Ollivander will connect you with the perfect wand.”

“Thank you, Professor.”

“You've managed your classes well with a borrowed wand. But you'll find the magic you cast with your own wand to be far superior. Any questions?”

“I’ve never heard of a spellcraft…”

“A spellcraft is a recipe of sorts used when conjuring objects. I shall explain more about them when you begin working with Transfiguration magic.”

“Of course, Professor. I have no more questions then.”

“I'd like you to make your first visit to the village with a classmate to help you get your bearings. How about Sebastian Sallow? He's from your house, correct?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Excellent. Well, speak to Professor Ronen, and by the time you have finished the assignment, I’m sure Mister Sallow will be waiting to take you to the village.”

“Thank you, Professor Weasley.”

“Of course.”

Saphira exited the room quickly and leaned against the door for a moment, taking a small breath. She pulled out her wand and looked at the cracks, sighing softly. “A few more spells, then I’ll have a replacement. You’ll be fine.” She tucked the wand away before walking towards the Transfiguration Courtyard, spotting Professor Ronen.

“There you are!” Ronen grinned.

Saphira offered a small smile. “Good afternoon. I heard you have a new spell to teach me, Professor.”

“Indeed, I do!” he replied happily. “An exceedingly useful one at that—the Mending Charm, Reparo. Fixes things right up!” He pointed excitedly. “Makes a broken object good as new in the blink of an eye.”

Saphira laughed, finding Professor Ronen’s joyful attitude contagious. “That does sound handy.”

“More frequently than one would imagine!” He laughed before his tone became slightly more serious. “As Professor Weasley mentioned, I am not the only one who will be teaching you spells outside of class to catch you up with your peers. A number of your professors have agreed to do so as well. But first, each shall ask that you complete a few preliminary tasks to hone your magic. I have arranged some for today! You’ll be practicing more with Accio. There are some flying pages around near the broken statue behind you and the Defence Against the Dark Arts Tower. Gather those and return here once you do, and then we’ll have you casting Reparo in no time!”

“Of course, thank you, Professor.”

“Good luck!” He walked over to a group of students, and Saphira sighed softly, pulling out her wand and pointing it at the flying paper calmly.

“Accio!” The paper flew directly into her hand, and she read it calmly. “Interesting…it’s about the summoning charm…” She shook her head slightly before walking towards the Defence Against the Dark Arts Tower.

Saphira glanced around the tower with a small sigh. “Okay…if I were a flying paper, where would I be?” She noticed a Ravenclaw standing with a Gryffindor and another Ravenclaw and walked over with a small smile. “Excuse me, I’m Saphira Morrigan. Strange question, but have you three seen a flying paper around?”

The Ravenclaw girl with brown hair smiled. “Samantha Dale. I believe there was one a few floors up, where the violins are playing—”

The Gryffindor held out her hand. “I’m Cressida Blume. You’re the new fifth year, right?”

“Yes, that’s me.”

Cressida grinned. “I’m a second year myself, but I’ve heard all the rumors! Is it true you were attacked by a dragon?”

“Sadly, it is.”

“That’s so cool—” The other Ravenclaw laughed.

“Astoria Crickett, Seventh year. Samantha is also a fifth year.”

“It was really nice to meet you all! We’ll have to chat later, but I really need to get that paper—”

Astoria laughed. “Don’t let us hold you back. We all attend the same school, and with how popular you seem to be, I’m sure we’ll see you around.”

Saphira laughed before jogging up the stairs. “Excuse me!” She dodged around a group of first years, causing Samantha to giggle.

“She seems lively.”

“Very, and surprisingly polite for a Slytherin,” Cressida smiled brightly. “I like her! Thank you both for helping me find my books.”

“Of course!”

Saphira glanced around before spotting the flying page and pointing her wand. “Accio!” She jumped up and caught the paper, sighing as she dusted herself off and looked at it. “Hm…this one is about the mending charm…” She shook her head slightly. “Why do I feel like these are going to be used for something else?” She walked down the stairs back towards the Transfiguration Courtyard, holding the two papers calmly.

“Professor! I completed the tasks.”

“Marvellous!” Ronen grinned. “You clearly know your way around basic charms, Miss Morrigan. Now, you’ll be using those papers you collected to help you write an essay about the creation and uses of both the summoning and mending charm! They’ll be due at our next class together. Now, let us give the old Mending Charm a try! Remember to be deliberate in your enunciation and movements—I want to see some vigour. Now, wand at the ready.”

Saphira quickly mimicked Professor Ronen’s movements, and he grinned. “Very good! If you would like to practice mending something, perhaps you’d like to have a go with that broken statue in the alcove by the water.”

She walked over to it as Professor Ronen followed her calmly. “It allegedly symbolized heartbreak. Perhaps a jilted lover thought it too accurate and lashed out.”

“Does seem reasonable…” Saphira waved her wand in a small swirl as she spoke. “Reparo!” She smiled as the broken statue fixed itself, and Professor Ronen clapped.

“Very good! Well done, Miss Morrigan. I shall see you in charms class then.” He began to walk off, and Saphira let out a small sigh.

“Now…I think I’ll change out of these robes. Hopefully, Sebastian won’t mind waiting a bit longer.” She began jogging towards the dungeons to change.

“There you are,” Sebastian called out as Saphira approached him, her steps measured and calm.

“Sorry about that,” she said, offering a sheepish smile. “I had to finish some extra assignments.”

“I must admit, I was surprised when Professor Weasley sent me an owl asking me to take you to Hogsmeade,” Sebastian replied, curiosity evident in his voice.

“Oh?” Saphira raised an eyebrow playfully. “We are in the same house, Sallow.”

Sebastian mirrored her raised eyebrow. “That we are, Morrigan.” He emphasized her last name, prompting her to roll her eyes before she laughed.

“So, you’re to show me around Hogsmeade?” she asked, amusem*nt lacing her tone.

“Yes, I am. And to keep you away from the unsavory wizards that tend to hang around it,” he said, beginning to walk, and she followed him with a steady pace.

“Unsavory?” she repeated, curiosity piqued.

“Some dark wizards from Rookwood’s gang have been seen hanging out there. They usually leave students alone as long as they stay out of their business.”

“Lovely,” Saphira muttered, trailing behind him. Sebastian glanced over his shoulder, his expression thoughtful.

“It’s a pretty long walk to Hogsmeade, so we can spend this time getting to know each other!” he suggested.

“Oh? I can’t spill all my secrets, Sallow. Gotta remain the mysterious fifth year,” she teased, a playful glint in her eyes.

He stopped abruptly and spun around to face her. “I see we weren’t the only ones listening in on conversations,” he said with a grin.

“Not my fault you two were speaking quite loudly,” she retorted, grinning back at him. “But seriously, what do you want to know?”

Sebastian paused, studying her intently before humming thoughtfully. “I overheard that your mother passed away.”

“Yes, she did. Years ago. The wand I use now was hers.”

“Beaten by a borrowed wand? That wounds my pride,” he remarked with a teasing smirk.

“I’m sure you will survive,” she said, patting his shoulder as he let out a small laugh. “And your dad?”

She hummed softly, and Sebastian glanced at her curiously. “You tell me about your family, I'll tell you about mine,” he proposed.

“Alright,” she agreed. “My dad is Ulysses Morrigan, but most people know him by his actual last name: Rosier. My parents switched their last name to Morrigan because they wanted to escape their families, which is a big reason why I’ve never attended a wizarding school before this.” She shrugged before continuing, “He’s a famous Aurologist and taught me how to see auras as a method to protect me from dark wizards.”

Sebastian looked at her, surprised. “And he’s missing?”

“Mhm. Vanished in early June. Some dark wizards ransacked our house looking for him, but he was already gone.”

“I see. Well, a deal’s a deal. My parents are both dead, so it’s just me and my twin sister, Anne. She attended Hogwarts until she fell ill. Now she’s at home with our uncle Solomon.”

“Ah, my apologies about your sister. Any chance she’ll get better?” Saphira asked, frowning in sympathy.

“It was caused by Dark Magic…but I refuse to give up hope,” he said resolutely. They walked in silence for a moment before Sebastian broke it.

“So, you can see auras?” he asked, curiosity evident in his tone.

Saphira nodded. “Mhm, it's basically just a mixture of light that radiates from a person. It gives me a clue into their personalities and if they’ve used Unforgivables.”

Sebastian looked at her, astonished. “What?”

“Unforgivable curses leave a mark on those who use them. It taints their auras. That's how I knew the wizards that ransacked my cottage were dark wizards.”

Sebastian hummed thoughtfully as they walked. “You are full of surprises, Morrigan.”

“Please, call me Saphira.”

He laughed. “Then call me Sebastian.”

She grinned at him as they continued to walk in comfortable silence for a bit. He pointed to a group of signs ahead. “That’s the entrance to the Forbidden Forest. Students aren’t allowed in there.”

“Hence the name,” she remarked dryly.

“Exactly! I knew you were smart.” He nudged her shoulder playfully, and she rolled her eyes at him.

“Careful, Sebastian. People will think I’m growing on you.”

“Oh, do shut up,” he shot back, glancing at her with a smirk. “Ominis mentioned that dragons weren’t part of your plans at Hogwarts, so what were your original plans?”

“Truthfully? I was going to spend most of my year hunting for my father. Considering that very few wizards can see auras, I know my dad will leave clues around…if he wants to be found,” she explained.

“And if he doesn’t?”

She shrugged. “Figure out who the three wizards that were in my house are and get answers from them.”

“Aren’t you daring,” Sebastian remarked, a hint of admiration in his voice.

Saphira shrugged again. “What can I say, I’m my father’s daughter.”

He laughed as they climbed a hill. “Once we get past these ruins, you’ll be able to see Hogsmeade.”

“How exciting,” Saphira said with a grin, adjusting her hat casually. Sebastian let out a small laugh as they reached the top of the hill. Saphira paused, her eyes widening slightly as she took in the view of Hogsmeade.

“Alright, I’ll admit, it’s cool looking.”

“Only all-wizard village in Britain,” Sebastian noted proudly.

Saphira laughed softly. “How lucky for them.”

The two Slytherins continued their walk towards the bustling village of Hogsmeade, their conversation flowing as naturally as the path beneath their feet.

They crossed the bridge into Hogsmeade, the quaint village bustling with activity. The air was filled with the chatter of excited students and the aromatic blend of sweet pastries and fresh parchment. Sebastian turned to Saphira, his expression serious yet playful.

“Alright, I need to pick up a few things for myself,” he said. “I’ll meet you in town square once you’re done with your shopping.”

“Deal,” Saphira agreed, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. “Good luck with your list.”

“You as well. Don’t get lost!” he called over his shoulder as he began to walk away.

Saphira rolled her eyes at him, a smirk playing on her lips. “I won’t, thanks!” she shouted back. He turned around briefly, gave her a playful wink, and then disappeared around a corner. Shaking her head, Saphira hummed softly to herself. “Tomes and Scrolls first, I suppose.”

Turning to the left, she walked toward a small, cozy-looking shop just by the entrance. The sign above the door read “Tomes and Scrolls,” and as she pushed the door open, a bell jingled softly. The interior was dimly lit, with shelves crammed full of books and various magical items.

“Hello?” Saphira called out, her voice echoing slightly in the quiet room. She glanced around at the scattered books and scrolls until an older man emerged from behind a stack of books.

“Yes? Hello. How may I help you?” he asked, his eyes twinkling kindly.

“Hello, sir. I’m here to pick up some spellcrafts? Professor Weasley said you’d have them prepared?” Saphira inquired, noticing the unique combination of orange and indigo in his aura—distinct but not threatening.

“Ah! You must be the new fifth year! I’m Thomas Brown. Let me gather those spellcrafts for you. Matilda was very specific about what you needed,” he said, shuffling away to retrieve the items.

“Thank you, sir,” Saphira replied politely.

He returned shortly with an envelope in hand. “Here you are, Miss—”

“Saphira Morrigan,” she introduced herself with a warm smile. “It’s very nice to meet you, sir.”

“You as well, Miss Morrigan. If you ever need more spellcrafts, this is the place to come. I also sometimes sell potion recipes,” he added.

“Thank you! I’ll keep that in mind, sir,” Saphira said, tucking the envelope into her bag before exiting the store with a sigh of relief. “One thing down…”

As she walked through the bustling streets, a sign for Ollivanders caught her eye. She made her way to the door, reading the inscription above: “Your wand awaits.” Smiling slightly, she pushed the door open and stepped into the empty shop.

“Hello?” she called out, her voice filled with curiosity. She reached out to ring the bell when it lifted itself and rang. She paused, hearing a crash from the back of the store.

“Hello?” she repeated, a bit louder this time.

An older gentleman appeared from behind a stack of boxes and beamed at her. “Hello! It’s you!” he exclaimed, looking at his arms as if checking for something. “Just a moment, please.”

He disappeared again, leaving Saphira giggling softly at his eccentricity. His aura was a gentle blend of indigo and purple, radiating kindness and wisdom. Moments later, he returned with a bang, a broad smile on his face.

“Hello, sir. I’m here—” she began.

“For a new wand, yes. About time,” he interrupted, tapping his chin thoughtfully. “Now let us see—” He paused, looking up. Saphira followed his gaze to a box glowing a bright silver, pulsing and sparking as if trying to get attention.

“Well, will you look at that…” he mused, pulling his wand from behind his ear. The box floated down onto the desk in front of Saphira. “Go on, open it.”

Saphira hesitated for a moment before opening the box, revealing a twisted, elegant wand inside. “Sir?” she asked, uncertain.

“Pick it up, dear. It called for you,” he encouraged.

She slowly picked up the wand, and a smile spread across her face. The wand felt perfect in her hand—just the right weight and size, as if it had been made specifically for her. Ollivander nodded approvingly.

“Yes, yes. Thirteen-inch vine wand with a phoenix feather core. You’re a powerful witch indeed,” he remarked.

“Sir?” Saphira looked up, confused but intrigued.

“Did you know that the druids considered anything with a woody stem as a tree? My family has been happy to continue that tradition. Vine wands are among the less common types, and a phoenix feather is the rarest core for one of my wands. That wand has been acting up since yesterday. I’m assuming you discovered something important yesterday, and the wand sensed it. It knew you were coming,” Ollivander explained.

Saphira traced the swirls of the vine with her index finger, marveling at the wand’s beauty. “Really?”

“Wands are just as alive as the wizards they choose. I have a feeling I’ll hear great things about you, Miss Morrigan,” Ollivander said with a gentle smile.

“Thank you, sir,” Saphira replied, touched by his words. She paused for a moment before pulling her mother’s wand out of the holder she wore and handing it to him. “Sir…would you be willing to look at this wand?”

Ollivander took the wand calmly, examining it closely. “Hmm…very interesting indeed. This is your mother’s wand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“She left it to you, I’m sensing,” he said, more a statement than a question.

“Yes, she did, sir.”

“She was a smart woman. I can tell this wand has done its job protecting you. This is a rowan wand, a wood known for its protective qualities,” he observed.

“Sir, it began to crack—” Saphira started.

“I see that,” Ollivander interrupted with a nod. “Would you like to know why?”

“Yes, I would, sir,” she replied eagerly.

He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “This wand knew your true wand was waiting for you. It began cracking because its job was completed. Your mother likely intended for this wand to protect you until you were ready for your own. When it sensed the vine wand calling to you, it knew you’d be safer with your own wand, so it protested its continued use, urging you to replace it sooner.”

Saphira looked at the wand in her hand, a mixture of emotions washing over her. “Really?”

“Wands are just as alive as the wizards they pick. I have a feeling I’ll hear great things about you, Miss Morrigan,” Ollivander said with a gentle smile. “Would you like me to repair it?”

“No,” Saphira said, shaking her head with a soft smile. “No need. I think the wand is perfect the way it is, cracks and all. I plan on leaving it to rest in peace, just as my mother is. I just need to find a location that it would like.”

Ollivander smiled gently. “I think that is a wonderful idea. Good luck.”

“Thank you, sir,” Saphira said, tucking the wand into her bag gently before turning to leave the shop quietly.

"Sebastian," Saphira called out, a wide grin spreading across her face as she approached him. "I see you beat me here."

"I did indeed," he replied, smirking. "Did you get everything?"

"Yes, I did," she confirmed, her excitement bubbling over.

"Fantastic. Then we can get some butterbeers—" His words were cut off by a low rumble that reverberated through the air. Saphira's brow furrowed in concern.

"That's... not normal, is it?" she asked, her eyes scanning the surroundings.

"No, it is not," Sebastian began, but his sentence was interrupted by a gasp from Saphira. A massive troll, clad in heavy armor, came barreling into the town. Her heart skipped a beat as she recognized the armor; it was the same kind worn by Ranrok and his goblins, as well as the dragon that had attacked her carriage. Without hesitation, she drew her wand and fired a blast at the troll.

"Saphira?" Sebastian's voice was filled with surprise as he watched the troll turn its attention toward them. Saphira glanced at him briefly before sending another spell flying, with Sebastian quickly following suit. The troll took a step toward them, but before it could advance further, three stronger blasts of magic struck it. A woman, flanked by two other wizards, shouted a command.

"Lead it away from the buildings! Away from the village!"

The troll began chasing the trio, and Sebastian took a step closer to Saphira. "That was close..."

Saphira nodded in agreement, her relief short-lived as another rumble sent debris flying behind them. They spun around just in time to see a second troll crashing through a house, charging directly at Saphira.

"Saphira!" Sebastian reached out, but his eyes widened as she deftly rolled away from the troll's swinging club. Not fully on her feet yet, she began blasting the troll with basic casts. Dodging another swing, she shot a quick glance at Sebastian.

"Are we even wearing him down?!"

"Keep at it! We have to be," he urged, his voice determined.

She sent another spell at the troll, then noticed a cold sensation rushing through her veins. She waved her wand, and a barrel followed her motion, hurtling toward the troll. It wasn't just flying—it was being thrown by her magic.

"What was that?!" Sebastian exclaimed.

"I—" She dodged the troll again. "Don't exactly know?!"

"Whatever it is, do more of it!" he encouraged.

Locking eyes with another barrel, Saphira felt the cold sensation spread through her veins again. A silverish-blue aura surrounded the barrel as it flew at the troll, followed by a crate and another barrel. She continued her assault with a flurry of spells.

"He's getting tired!" Sebastian called out.

"Finally!" Saphira exclaimed, her voice filled with determination. She raised her wand. "Stupefy!"

Sebastian cast a spell simultaneously. "Bombarda!"

The combined force of their spells brought the troll to its knees. Saphira stepped forward, feeling ancient magic gather at the tip of her wand. Holding it over her hand, she waved it forward. The magic sparked and seemed to invade the troll, causing purple light to crackle through its body before it exploded, leaving only specks of purple light, troll skin, and ash floating in the air.

Panting, Saphira lowered her wand and glanced at Sebastian, who was staring at her in shock. The witch from earlier jogged over, her expression a mix of awe and concern.

"Goodness, a second troll?" she exclaimed, looking between Saphira and Sebastian. "Did you two take on a fully-grown troll—by yourselves?"

Saphira glanced at Sebastian before nodding. "I suppose we did..."

"Merlin's beard! Are you both all right?" the witch asked.

Sebastian nodded. "We are."

Saphira offered a smile. "And we were glad to help—"

"I'd say 'help' is a bit of an understatement," the witch said, her tone admiring. "Nerve like that? The makings of an Auror, if you ask me. But if you two are unharmed, perhaps you wouldn't mind helping me put a few things back to where they were?"

"Of course, officer," Saphira replied.

"Singer. Officer Singer," the woman introduced herself before walking away.

Sebastian looked at Saphira for a moment, then sighed. "Come on, our good deeds are not through yet."

Saphira let out a small laugh and waved her wand. "Reparo."

A nearby cart began to repair itself when a voice called out, "Excuse me!"

Sebastian glanced over before speaking. "I'll go see what he wants. You... fix things up, I suppose." He jogged away, leaving Saphira shaking her head with a sigh.

"Of course, leave me to do the hard work," she muttered, a wry smile on her lips as she continued to repair the damage around her.

Chapter 7: The Three Broomsticks

Chapter Text

September

Saphira carefully tucked her wand away just as Sebastian strolled over with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

“Look at you, finished repairing everything?” he asked, a playful grin dancing on his lips.

“Yes, thank you for the help,” she replied, gratitude evident in her tone.

He chuckled, “Hey! I was handling a wizard conversation so you didn’t have to. Here.” He extended one of the bags toward her, and she accepted it with a curious glance.

“What is this?” she inquired, peering into the bag.

“A gift from the store owner,” he explained. “Apparently, that robe will protect you better than… well, what you’re wearing now.”

“I didn’t wear this for protection—” she began, but her words trailed off as she examined the contents. “A Slytherin robe?”

“Took care of that for you as well,” Sebastian said with a touch of pride. “He mentioned it’ll size itself when you put it on. I thought it was pretty neat.”

“Well, I suppose it will be useful if I keep having these encounters,” she conceded, a hint of resignation in her voice.

“Yes, first a dragon, now a troll. What else is going to come and attack you?” he teased lightly.

“Hopefully nothing,” Saphira sighed, the weight of recent events pressing down on her. Sebastian gave her shoulder a reassuring pat.

“Well! I’d say we’ve earned ourselves some butterbeer. Come on,” he suggested cheerfully.

They began walking, but Saphira suddenly froze, her eyes locking onto something unseen.

“Saphira?” Sebastian’s voice was tinged with concern as he followed her gaze.

“I know that aura,” she whispered urgently, rushing forward. Sebastian hurried after her, bewildered.

“Hey! Where are you—” he started, but quickly fell silent as they ducked behind a wall, observing two wizards and a goblin. While Sebastian couldn't see the auras, Saphira’s eyes narrowed at the sight of Ranrok.

“You said you could get to the child when they came to Hogsmeade. That all you needed was a distraction,” Ranrok snapped at the wizard in the top hat.

“I gave you a distraction!” the wizard retorted.

“I just watched a student take down your ‘distraction’! Who is this child?” Ranrok demanded, glaring.

“What are you not telling me?” the top-hatted wizard pressed.

“All you need to know is that if you cannot get to the child, then you have no value to me!” Ranrok declared ominously.

Saphira quickly pulled Sebastian back, whispering urgently, “Come on—”

They fled, Sebastian looking at her in confusion. “What was Rookwood doing with that goblin?”

“Ranrok is working with Rookwood?” Saphira muttered, more to herself than to him.

“The goblin? You know him?” Sebastian asked, his eyes widening.

“We need to get somewhere with people,” she urged, her voice tight with urgency.

“Saphira, what are you not telling me?” he pressed, concern etched on his face.

“I will explain everything later,” she promised. “But for now, just know I’m the child they’re after, and those wizards ransacked my cottage looking for my dad.”

Sebastian’s grip on her arm tightened protectively. “Come on,” he said firmly, pulling her towards the Three Broomsticks.

Inside, they found a seat, Saphira offering a small smile to a goblin whose aura was untainted. The barkeep turned to them, pausing with a welcoming smile.

“Now what can I—” She stopped mid-sentence, recognizing Saphira. “Oh, there’s a face I haven’t seen before.”

“It’s my first time here,” Saphira admitted with a shy smile.

“Welcome! Butterbeers on me,” the barkeep said warmly. Saphira studied Sirona, noticing the gentle pinks and greens in her aura, though tinged with dark red—signs of a fighter.

“Heard about the attack. I’ll be checking in on the shopkeepers and residents soon. Glad to see you two escaped injury,” Sirona added.

“Thanks to her!” Sebastian boasted. “Single-handedly took down a troll.”

“Sebastian, you were fighting with me—” Saphira began to protest, but Sirona interrupted with a smile.

“Well done,” she said simply. Saphira looked at the butterbeer in front of her, taking a moment to appreciate the gesture.

“Thanks for this,” she said, lifting the mug.

“My pleasure. Though I must say, trolls in Hogsmeade? That’s unprecedented,” Sirona mused, shaking her head. “Something’s not right. The only brutes we usually have to deal with are—”

The doors flew open, and Saphira frowned, sipping her butterbeer, trying to remain inconspicuous as Rookwood’s voice rang out.

“Was that Lodgok I saw leaving just now? Your clientele’s not what it used to be, Sirona,” he sneered.

“Not to worry, Victor. Once the two of you leave, the calibre of my clientele will greatly improve,” Sirona retorted sharply.

As the tension in the room grew palpable, Sirona’s voice rang out again, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Theophilus.”

“Come now. No need for theatrics. I’m only here for this one, anyway,” Rookwood said, pointing at Saphira.

Saphira stood quickly, Sebastian grabbing her arm protectively as Sirona stepped forward.

“My friend is enjoying a well-earned Butterbeer,” she stated firmly.

“I only want a quick word,” Rookwood insisted, stepping forward. But as Saphira drew her wand, she noticed everyone in the pub had done the same.

“Perhaps you didn’t hear me,” Sirona said, her tone dangerously low. “I said my friend is busy.”

“One would think you’d all had enough bloodshed for one day,” Rookwood sneered, looking around before addressing his companion. “Come, Theophilus. The Three Broomsticks isn’t what it used to be. Let’s take our Galleons elsewhere.”

He turned to leave but paused to smirk at Saphira. “Can’t drink Butterbeer forever,” he taunted, then leaned closer, “I’ll tell your dad you said hi.”

As the door slammed shut behind him, Saphira took a deep breath, putting her wand away.

“Saphira—” Sebastian began, but she cut him off.

“He doesn’t have my dad. He’s just trying to get under my skin.”

“Victor is good at that,” Sirona agreed, her eyes studying Saphira. “Seems you've made an unfortunate enemy. Watch your back. Rookwood and Harlow are worse than any troll you might encounter.”

Sebastian turned to Saphira, worry etched on his face. “What are you not telling me?”

Saphira sighed, rubbing her hands over her face. “I promise I’ll explain everything later, Sebastian. But for now, can we just go back to Hogwarts?”

He nodded, “Yeah, come on.”

The journey back to the Slytherin common room was silent, tension hanging in the air. Once there, Sebastian crossed his arms, looking at her expectantly.

“Well?” he prompted.

“I met Ranrok after the dragon attack…” she began, glancing around nervously even though they were alone. “I can’t tell you anything else, Sebastian. Not here…”

After a moment, he nodded. “Fine. I’ll find a quiet area where we can talk. Expect my letter.” He walked towards his dorm, leaving Saphira by the fire.

She sank into the couch, running her fingers through her hair, contemplating the turbulent turn her year had taken. Peaceful days seemed like a distant memory, but she resolved to disrupt Rookwood’s plans at every opportunity. It might not be peaceful, but it would be worth it.

Saphira sighed as she entered the clocktower, her Slytherin robes billowing slightly with each step. The ancient stone walls seemed to whisper secrets as she made her way through the dimly lit corridor. Sebastian was waiting for her, his usual smirk firmly in place.

“Glad you could make it. Lucan’s just over there,” he said, nodding towards a younger Gryffindor who seemed to be waiting expectantly.

Saphira nodded back and approached the boy, who looked up and grinned at her arrival.

“Excuse me, Sebastian told me to see you about a club,” she said.

The boy’s grin widened. “If Sebastian vouches for you, that’s all I need to know. I coordinate duels for Crossed Wands, a dueling club of sorts. It’s invitation-only, so you must have really impressed Sebastian.”

Saphira allowed herself a small, confident smile. “Yes, I suppose I did.”

“I imagine it’s quite something to see the two of you duel,” Lucan remarked, his eyes twinkling with interest.

She chuckled lightly. “So, how does Crossed Wands work?”

“You show up, and I match you with other duelists. Whoever is still standing at the end wins. Interested?” Lucan explained, a hint of excitement in his voice.

“Extremely,” Saphira replied without hesitation.

“Excellent! You can duel with a partner if you’d like. This time, I’ll pair you with Sebastian. Ready to duel then?”

“I am,” Saphira said, feeling a rush of adrenaline.

“Great! Sebastian, you’ll be dueling with—” Lucan began, but Sebastian interrupted with a smirk.

“Saphira Morrigan,” he said, looking at Lucan. “Best not to forget the name.”

Lucan chuckled as he called out to another pair. “Astoria! Lawrence! You two will be dueling together.”

The two pairs took their positions, and Astoria eyed Saphira and Sebastian with a competitive glint in her eyes. “We’ll make you regret signing up!” she taunted.

“Let the fireworks begin!” Lucan declared, stepping back to observe.

Lawrence and Astoria summoned their shields, but Saphira was quick to break through them. She focused on Astoria, casting “Levioso!” to lift her off the ground. Without missing a beat, she followed up with “Accio!” pulling Astoria towards her. A series of basic attacks sent Astoria crashing to the ground.

Sebastian, meanwhile, dealt with Lawrence. “Bombarda!” he shouted, and as Lawrence was blasted back, Saphira added, “Stupefy!” sending Lawrence flying. Both opponents hit the ground hard, leaving Saphira and Sebastian as the victors.

Sebastian turned to her with a triumphant grin. “We make a good team.”

“That we do,” Saphira agreed, high-fiving him before tucking her wand away.

“That wand of yours is definitely stronger. I could feel the power of your spells even standing next to you,” Sebastian remarked, admiration in his voice.

She laughed softly as Lucan came running over, his face lit up with excitement. “That was amazing! Give me some time, and I’ll set you up with another match. Excellent job!”

As Lucan rushed off, Sebastian leaned closer, his grin widening. “I have a feeling I’ll be hearing more rumors about you.”

“Most likely,” Saphira replied with a knowing smile. She gave a small wave before walking off, her mind already buzzing with the next challenge.

Later, Saphira sat in the common room, working diligently on her essay for Charms. The fire crackled softly nearby, providing a comforting backdrop to her studies. Suddenly, a voice broke through her concentration.

“First a dragon, now trolls?”

She looked up to see Ominis standing there, his expression stern.

“Ominis,” she acknowledged, sensing his displeasure.

“If it makes you feel any better, I didn’t mean to drag Sebastian into a troll fight,” she offered, trying to ease the tension.

“It doesn’t,” he replied curtly.

Saphira felt the weight of his disapproval. If looks could kill, she was sure Ominis would be glaring daggers at her.

“Sebastian gets into enough trouble on his own. He doesn’t need your help, especially not with trolls or Rookwood. He has his sister to worry about,” Ominis continued, his voice laced with frustration.

As he walked off, his wand blinking red in front of him, Saphira sighed softly, feeling the sting of his words. The door to the common room closed behind him, leaving her alone with her thoughts.

“It’s not like I was trying to be involved in any of that either…” she muttered to herself. Taking a deep breath, she gathered her supplies. Perhaps it would be better to study somewhere else, somewhere away from Ominis and Sebastian. The library, with its quiet solitude, seemed like a perfect escape from the tangled web of complications her life had become.

Chapter 8: Extra Assignments

Chapter Text

September

Ominis walked through the ancient, stone corridors of Hogwarts, each step echoing his mounting irritation. Every turn seemed to bring more talk of the new fifth year, an incessant buzz that grated on his nerves. Arthur Plummly had been particularly insufferable, endlessly praising her for helping him decipher hidden treasure maps. A first-year Ravenclaw couldn’t stop gushing about how she found all her gobstones. Then there was the Hufflepuff who claimed she solved the mystery of a blank picture frame, and a Gryffindor who marveled at her assistance in finding flying keys around the castle. Even Sebastian was enchanted, going on and on about her valor in Hogsmeade and the secrets she kept from him.

Suppressing a groan, Ominis turned a corner and froze at the sound of her voice, bright and cheerful despite an undertone of exhaustion. "Excuse me!" she called, her steps light and quick as she descended the stairs. He moved aside, his irritation momentarily overshadowed by curiosity.

“Morning, Ominis,” she said, her tone friendly. As her footsteps faded, Ominis resumed his path, his annoyance simmering just beneath the surface.

Meanwhile, Saphira emerged from the library, a satisfied smile gracing her lips. She handed a stack of books to a grateful Cressida, “Here you go, Cressida. Your books, and I put your diary on top.”

Cressida’s eyes lit up. “Thank you so much! You’re amazing, Saphira!”

Saphira laughed softly, waving a hand dismissively. “I’m really not, I’m sure someone else would have helped. You just happened to catch me.” She gave a small wave and walked away, the letter from Professor Hecat weighing on her mind. As she descended the stairs, she opened the letter, noting it was time for her next assignment. Another letter from Professor Fig demanded her attention first.

Navigating the familiar corridors, Saphira soon found herself in the kitchen, tickling the pear to gain entry. The house-elves greeted her warmly, and she smiled in return. “May I grab something to eat? I missed breakfast-”

“Of course! Take whatever you’d like, dear!” Feenky responded cheerily.

“Thank you, Feenky!” Saphira grabbed an apple, waving goodbye. “I’ll see you all around lunch!”

Feenky laughed, “Try to actually make it to lunch!”

“No promises! I’m always running around!” Saphira called back, disappearing through the painting and making her way to Fig’s classroom, the apple providing a momentary respite.

Entering Fig’s office, she was met with a welcoming smile. “Professor, I’m glad to see you!”

Fig looked up from his desk, returning the smile. “And I you. Thank Merlin you’re in one piece…I heard about the troll attack. Trolls in Hogsmeade? I can’t believe it…”

Saphira’s smile faded slightly. “Sir, the trolls—they were wearing armor, like the dragon collar-”

“Goblin silver! Ranrok used it to control the dragon.” Fig’s face darkened. “But how? And why send trolls to Hogsmeade?”

Saphira took a deep breath. “They were there because of me…”

Fig’s eyes widened. “Ranrok was in Hogsmeade? With Rookwood?”

Saphira nodded. “Yes, sir. Rookwood and Harlow were two of the wizards who attacked my cottage before my enrollment here. The trolls were Ranrok’s distraction so that Rookwood could get to me. He would have succeeded if not for Sirona and the patrons at the Three Broomsticks.”

Fig placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Are you okay?”

She nodded. “I am. But it’s clear they want what we found in that vault.”

Fig sighed, returning to his desk. “If Ranrok’s goblins are after you, they want what we found in that vault. And now that Rookwood knows you’re the daughter of the Aurologist he was after, you’ll have dark wizards after you as well…for two reasons.”

Saphira’s brow furrowed. “Speaking of the vault…do you think Ranrok is working with any of the goblins at Gringotts?”

“I do not.” Fig’s gaze was steady. “Gringotts goblins aren’t typically the friendliest of beings, but they have a great deal of integrity. After what happened to that poor banker, the goblins at Gringotts are no followers of Ranrok.”

Saphira nodded, letting out a soft sigh. “So…they’re after the locket then. You said you discovered something in it?”

“Yes, yes. An inscription!” Fig’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “When I read it aloud, this map appeared. Clever enchantment. It’s a map of Hogwarts, but I do not know where it leads.”

Saphira leaned closer, examining the map. “Here… it leads to the Library. The Restricted Section, to be precise, and a bit beyond…” She traced the map with her finger, watching the magical traces follow her touch.

Fig smiled at her. “I suspected you would see something.”

“Shall we go?” Saphira asked eagerly.

“I appreciate your enthusiasm—and I’m eager to discover what we may find there as well. But if our experience at Gringotts, let alone what happened to Miriam, taught me anything, it’s that the path we’re on is terribly dangerous. I’d like you to work with Professor Hecat a bit before we continue.”

Saphira nodded reluctantly. “Yes, sir.”

“Once you’ve honed your defensive magic further, come and see me.”

“Yes, Professor.” She smiled, giving a small wave before leaving the office, heading towards Professor Hecat’s classroom.

Stopping in front of the door, Saphira took a deep breath, tapping her fingers on her arm. Maybe she should start keeping a journal, documenting everything she’d learned. She nodded to herself before entering the classroom with a smile. “I’m here about the new spell you wanted to teach me, Professor.”

“Good.” Professor Hecat’s gaze was steady. “Professor Fig indicated a certain urgency to you completing your defensive magic assignments. As such, you are to learn Incendio, the Fire-Making spell.” She gestured calmly, “Handy for lighting torches, burning away spider webs, and, when necessary, defending against those who would wish to do us harm.”

Saphira nodded. “Sounds very… versatile.”

“Quite.” Hecat nodded. “But before we get started, I’d like you to complete a few tasks. You may be surprised by some of them.” She handed Saphira a parchment, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

Saphira smiled as she read the tasks: Complete a training course with Mr. Lucan Brattleby, Win the Second Round of Crossed Wands. “Astonishing how much students don’t think their professors know.”

“When you’re finished, come and see me. Then we shall begin working on Incendio.”

“Of course, Professor.” Saphira smiled, tucking the parchment into her bag.

Back in her common room, Saphira pulled out a journal, writing everything she had learned so far. So much had happened since her arrival at Hogwarts, and she felt the need to document it all. She carefully noted down details about Percival Rackham, Charles, Victor Rookwood, Theophilus Harlow, and Ranrok. The journal became a repository of her thoughts and discoveries, a small anchor amidst the chaos.

With her notes complete, she shrunk the journal, tucking it into her bag before heading out to meet Lucan. “Glad you’re back!”

“Hello, Lucan.” She smiled. “May I use a training dummy?”

“Of course!” He grinned, leading her to a gated area and setting up the dummy. “Now, this is easy enough. I’ll tell you a combination, and you just follow it.”

“Got it.” Saphira nodded, her focus unwavering.

Sebastian entered the clocktower, pausing as he saw Saphira practicing. Leaning against the wall, he watched with a smirk as she effortlessly followed Lucan’s instructions. When she finished, he approached her. “Nicely done, Saphira.”

“Thank you, Sebastian.” She smiled.

Sebastian turned to Lucan. “Hey Lucan! Set me and Saphira up for the next round?”

“You both ready?” Lucan asked.

Saphira glanced at Sebastian. “How nice of you to volunteer as my partner.”

“I think I made you volunteer as my partner. But, ready to win?”

“Always.” She grinned.

Lucan called out names, assembling the next round of duelists. “Constance Dagworth, Nerida Roberts, Hector Jenkins. You three are up!”

“Ready to get thrashed?” Constance taunted.

Saphira remained calm, drawing her wand without a word. Lucan’s voice rang out, “Begin!”

Saphira moved first. “Levioso!” Constance floated into the air. “Accio!” Hector was pulled towards her, and she blasted him with a series of spells. Sebastian, meanwhile, dueled with Nerida. The battle was swift, and soon Saphira and Sebastian stood victorious.

“Well done, Saphira,” Sebastian said, impressed. “And here I thought you were ignoring the taunts.”

She shrugged, tucking her wand away. “I didn’t feel the need to express my annoyance through words when dueling is a far better teaching method.”

Sebastian smirked at her, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Well done, Saphira. And here I thought you were ignoring the taunts."

She shrugged lightly, tucking her wand away with practiced ease. "I didn’t feel the need to express my annoyance through words when duelling is a far better teaching method."

Sebastian pointed at her, admiration in his gaze. "I knew there was a reason I liked you."

Lucan jogged over, his face flushed with excitement. "Well done, you two! I’ll have to start planning the final round! Maybe Leander..." His voice trailed off as he walked away, already lost in thoughts of the upcoming duel.

Saphira shook her head slightly, a wry smile playing on her lips. Sebastian pointed at her again, his tone serious this time. "I haven’t forgotten that you owe me a chat."

"Found a quiet place for it yet?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Working on it," he replied, a determined look on his face.

Saphira shrugged nonchalantly. "Well, when you find one, I’ll chat." With that, she turned and walked away, leaving Sebastian alone. He watched her go, shaking his head with a smirk. "She’s always running off," he muttered to himself.

Saphira entered the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom with a bright smile. "I finished all the tasks you gave me, Professor Hecat."

"Glad to hear it. Then you should be ready to learn Incendio," Hecat responded, her tone encouraging.

Saphira paused, a hint of uncertainty crossing her face. "Should?"

"Yes, I’m sorry to say, I’ve visited enough careless colleagues at St. Mungo’s to assure you that fire is a fickle servant," Hecat explained. Saphira nodded in understanding as Hecat continued, "Your spell-casting has impressed me thus far, but please maintain focus. I would rather we not end today’s lesson with your robes aflame. Let us begin."

Hecat paused, looking Saphira in the eyes. "And remember: focus on the proper wand movement."

"Yes, Professor," Saphira replied, her voice steady. She stood next to Hecat, mimicking the wand movements with precision until Hecat nodded in approval.

"Very nice. Now, say the incantation."

"Incendio!" Saphira commanded, and fire blasted from her wand. Hecat clapped, her eyes twinkling with pride.

"Well done. Now, remember what I said. Fire is a fickle servant. But well done today."

"Thank you, Professor."

"I shall see you in class tomorrow, Miss Morrigan."

"Thank you, ma’am." Saphira exited the classroom, her steps quickening with excitement as she made her way to Professor Fig's office. She entered with a broad smile, unable to contain her enthusiasm. "Sir, you’ll be pleased to know that I worked on my defensive magic with Professor Hecat."

Fig smiled warmly at her. "So I hear! She tells me you’ve taken rather well to your new wand." He patted her arm gently. "Well done, Miss Morrigan. But! You must continue to work with her, and your other professors, to improve your skills." His eyes twinkled with a sudden excitement. "That said, I don’t wish to postpone our visit to the library any longer." He clapped his hands together, his anticipation palpable. "So, shall we proceed?"

Saphira nodded eagerly, but their moment was abruptly interrupted as the door flew open. "Fig!" Headmaster Black's voice boomed through the room.

Saphira turned to see the imposing figure of Headmaster Black striding in, his face set in a stern expression. "I have work for you. Come!"

"Headmaster! I am with a student, and my schedule is-"

"Your schedule will wait, indefinitely." Black's gaze flickered over to Saphira before returning to Fig. "As will your student." He shot Fig a look of disdain. "I would think after all the trouble you caused me with Osric you would be eager to make amends. My office! Five minutes." He turned sharply, his coat billowing behind him as he left, slamming the door shut.

Fig made an exasperated noise, his frustration evident. "That man is exasperating!" He sighed deeply, turning to Saphira. "Unfortunately, our trip to the Restricted Section will have to wait a bit longer… it would be unwise to provoke our illustrious headmaster further."

Saphira nodded, her disappointment tempered with understanding. "Good luck, sir."

Fig looked at her with a gentle expression. "I shall find you when I’ve completed whatever ‘toils’ I must endure." He began to leave but turned back, a thought occurring to him. "Saphira, would you lock my door behind you when you leave?"

"Yes, sir."

"Thank you." With a final nod, he departed, leaving Saphira alone in his office.

She glanced at the map left on his desk and sighed softly. "Sorry Professor, but… you aren’t the only one with ways into the Restricted Section… now if I was Sebastian, where would I be?" She mused, determination hardening her resolve as she began her search.

Chapter 9: The Restricted Section

Chapter Text

September

Saphira descended the stairs, a smile spreading across her face as she spotted Sebastian waiting at the bottom. She jogged over to him, her excitement barely contained.

“Sebastian! There you are!” she called out.

“There you are,” he echoed, his eyes narrowing with curiosity. “You promised me an explanation for what happened in the Three Broomsticks. Not many students have Victor Rookwood’s attention. What was that all about?”

“Technically, I told you to find a quiet place, but... he’s working with Ranrok, and Ranrok is after something I found,” Saphira explained.

“Ranrok? When did you meet Ranrok?” Sebastian asked, his voice filled with surprise.

“Um... at Gringotts...” Saphira admitted hesitantly.

“When were you at Gringotts?!” Sebastian exclaimed, looking around nervously.

“Quiet, Sebastian!” Saphira hissed, noticing Ominis walking past them. She waited until he was out of earshot before continuing in a softer tone, “Fig and I ended up at Gringotts after the dragon attack. Fig had a Portkey-”

“A Portkey? To Gringotts? I’m not sure I follow,” Sebastian interrupted, his brow furrowing in confusion.

Saphira sighed, glancing around once more. “I don’t exactly follow myself – and I was there... Let me slow this down a bit...” She pulled Sebastian over to an empty bench and sat him down beside her. “Professor Fig’s friend, George Osric-”

“The one that was killed by the dragon?” Sebastian interjected.

“Y-Yes, him,” Saphira replied, her voice tinged with sadness. “He had a case made from goblin metal that was sent from Fig’s wife. I ended up opening the case, which had a key in it, then the dragon attacked. Fig grabbed the key, which was-”

“A Portkey,” Sebastian finished, realization dawning on him.

“Exactly... We ended up at some ruins that had private access to Gringotts and led us to an ancient vault. We got there first, and Ranrok wants whatever is in that vault...” Saphira explained.

Sebastian paused, suspicion flickering in his eyes. “I feel like there is something pretty big you’re leaving out, Saphira.”

“Anyway! The thing in the vault had a map, and the map leads to the Restricted Section,” Saphira said quickly.

“You can’t be serious,” Sebastian responded, his voice laced with disbelief.

Saphira looked at him earnestly. “Deadly serious. But, Professor Fig has insisted that I tell not a soul about any of this, and I’ve definitely said too much-”

“I understand. Your secret’s safe with me... whatever it is,” Sebastian assured her.

“Thank you, Sebastian... In Defence Against the Dark Arts, you mentioned being ‘clever enough not to get caught’ in the Restricted Section?” Saphira asked, raising an eyebrow.

“And I am. Meet me in the common room tonight, around midnight. And tell no one,” Sebastian instructed.

“And what happens if we’re caught in the Restricted Section?” Saphira inquired, her voice tinged with worry.

“Detention, no doubt,” Sebastian replied with a nonchalant shrug.

Saphira paused, considering the risk. “Well, it’s not life-threatening, so I’ll take it.”

Sebastian let out a small laugh. “I suppose that’s the spirit.”

Saphira stood up, looking at him with determination. “I promise to tell you more if you can find us a private area to talk, Sebastian. An actual private place.”

He raised an eyebrow as Saphira turned and walked off quickly, glancing around as she disappeared down the stairs.

Later that night, Saphira walked down the stairs of the girl’s dormitory, and Sebastian paused as he saw her approach.

“What are you wearing?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Pajamas. After this, I’m going to bed,” she replied calmly, a small smirk playing on her lips. “Problem with my outfit, Seb?”

“Not at all, Sap. Just wasn’t expecting it. Nice oversized robe,” he remarked.

“It was my father’s,” she said, pulling it closer to her. “So, what exactly is your plan?”

“First, I have a spell to teach you,” Sebastian announced.

“Oh? The great Sebastian Sallow is going to teach little old me a spell?” Saphira teased.

“Flattery? I like it. Use it more often,” he said with a smirk. “Anyway, it’s the Disillusionment Charm. Great for getting to places you’re not supposed to be.”

Saphira grinned slightly. “Oh?”

“Cast it, and you’ll appear as little more than a trick of the light. It’s not as foolproof as a cloak, but those are expensive. And spells – spells are free. So, as long as you keep your distance and stay quiet, we’ll be fine,” Sebastian explained.

“Got it,” Saphira nodded.

“Alright, give it a go then,” Sebastian instructed.

Saphira mimicked his wand movements before casting the charm on herself.

“No wonder the professors love you; you’re a fast learner. Come on, there will be Prefects everywhere, and they’ll want to do nothing more than give us detention and report us,” Sebastian said, grabbing her wrist. “Stay close.”

He led her up the stairs, keeping a firm grip on her wrist since they both were under the Disillusionment Charm and hard to see.

Sebastian guided her to the railing of the stairs before Central Hall and whispered, “Okay, so follow my lead. We just need to get through those doors.”

“Got it...” Saphira whispered back.

Sebastian tightened his grip and continued to pull her with him down the stairs, tossing a golden ball towards the opposite side of the fountain, causing the Prefects to rush to investigate the noise. He quickly yanked her through the doorway and pushed her down the stairs. “Come on!”

He opened the door and pulled Saphira behind a shelf of books. They peeked from behind the bookshelf, and Sebastian frowned. “Damn.”

“You told me the librarian would be gone by now, Sebastian!” Saphira whispered urgently.

“I said ‘usually,’ but it’ll still be alright. Do you see her desk behind me?” Sebastian replied.

Saphira nodded as the charm wore off, and Sebastian grinned at her. “The key is in the drawer of that desk. Now, here’s what we’re going to do. I’ll create a distraction to draw her away. You focus on getting the key. I’ll meet you outside the Restricted Section.”

Saphira looked at him for a moment before Sebastian caught her eyes. “Trust me.”

“Alright... I’ll trust you, Sebastian,” she said, her voice steady.

He grinned before waving his wand and sneaking off. Saphira recast the Disillusionment Charm and began to walk behind the bookshelves. She heard a loud bang.

“Who’s there?! Peeves! Is that you?” the librarian’s voice echoed through the library.

Saphira heard footsteps moving away from the desk before quickly going over to it and searching the drawer for the key. She snagged it and began to sneak towards the Restricted Section when she heard Scribner’s voice ring out. “Goodness gracious! What a mess-”

Saphira reached the gate and unlocked it. Sebastian whispered in her ear, “Silent as a grave-”

She jumped, startled, and the charm faded. She shot him a glare. “Sebastian!”

“Sorry,” he whispered, a grin evident in his voice. “You have to admit, it was funny. I didn’t think you’d be so easy to scare.”

“Are you trying to get me caught?!” she whispered, glaring at him.

He came into view, leaning against the wall with a smirk. “Just having a bit of fun with the new girl. You’re surprisingly easy to frighten.”

“If you get me caught-” she started, but he moved her finger away from his face.

“Relax. Merlin, you’re beginning to sound like Ominis,” he teased.

“Is that an insult?” she retorted, rolling her eyes.

“Why, thank you,” he said, casting the spell on himself. Saphira recast the charm and followed him as he led her through the library. “But seriously, this next floor is normally guarded by ghosts. Follow my lead, and I’ll get you through it.”

“Right...” Saphira nodded, watching as Sebastian blasted an armor piece, causing it to break and draw the ghosts’ attention. He pulled her through the floors, dodging the ghosts until they reached the third floor. Sebastian let go of her wrist and uncharmed himself with a grin.

“Should be in the clear now. No need for us to be skulking about,” he said.

“Good to know...” Saphira replied with a sigh, following his lead. “So, what exactly is it that you’ve been looking for?”

“I’m looking for a cure to help my twin sister, Anne – so that she can return to Hogwarts, because Merlin knows everyone else has given up,” Sebastian confessed.

Saphira frowned, glancing at him as they walked through a hallway. “Why do you think you’ll find a cure in the Restricted Section? Wouldn’t the matron be better?”

"We've exhausted every option from Nurse Blaine to St. Mungo’s,” he lamented, a deep frown etching lines on his face. Saphira looked at him with empathy, sensing the anguish in his voice and understanding the lemon-yellow tint in his aura; he feared losing Anne. He shook his head, trying to shake off the worry. “But I can do my own research. No need for you to worry about that now. Let’s focus on what you’re after. Which is what, precisely?”

“Answers,” Saphira replied cryptically, a mischievous grin playing on her lips.

“You’re being awfully cryptic,” Sebastian remarked, raising an eyebrow.

“It’s part of my charm,” she retorted playfully, pushing open a nearby door and strolling through it as if inviting him to follow.

Sebastian smirked at her retreating figure. “You know, that Slytherin didn’t know what he was talking about. Now you’re strutting.”

“Oh, do shut up, Sebastian,” Saphira shot back over her shoulder.

“Have you been hanging out with Ominis without my knowledge? You sound just like him,” Sebastian teased.

“That is an insult!” Saphira exclaimed, turning to roll her eyes at his teasing grin.

Their banter was interrupted by a loud crash nearby. They hurried over to investigate, finding troll armor strewn across the floor. Saphira sighed in relief. “That shouldn’t be too hard to—”

“Who have we here?!” a little man with wickedly slanted, orange eyes suddenly flew out of the wall. He wore outlandish clothes adorned with bells and an orange bow tie.

“Sebastian Sallow and his new little friend, out exploring where they shouldn’t be!” the man declared, buzzing around them and shaking his finger in mock disapproval. “Naughty, naughty, you’ll get caughty!”

Sebastian scowled at the poltergeist. “Peeves, don’t you—”

“I’m going to tell!” Peeves interrupted gleefully, flying away while chanting the same four words repeatedly. Sebastian groaned. “Damn it, Peeves!”

“I’ve got to stop him, or at least get to the librarian with a good excuse for all of this—” Sebastian started, already formulating a plan.

“Wait!” Saphira interjected, frowning at him. “I don’t want you getting in trouble for me.”

Sebastian grinned mischievously at her. “I have a way with the faculty when it comes to disciplinary matters. Besides,” his grin widened, “I like having friends who owe me favors. Now, go. And good luck in your search.”

With that, Sebastian darted off, his voice echoing down the corridor as he called after Peeves, “Now, where has that damned poltergeist got to?!”

Saphira sighed softly to herself, waving her wand to fix the troll armor before glancing around cautiously. “I’ll need to figure out a way to annoy Peeves for this... after I find what I’m looking for.” She ducked under the troll armor's feet and continued on her way, determined to navigate the challenges ahead.

Saphira hurried down the stairs, her wand gripped tightly in her hand, a determined frown creasing her brow. She was intent on finishing this task quickly, hoping to keep Sebastian out of trouble. As she reached the bottom of the staircase, a flash of recognition crossed her face.

"I know that arch—" she muttered, dashing down a smaller flight of stairs with a relieved sigh. Reaching the swirling aura of ancient magic, she waved her wand confidently, fixing her gaze on the arch ahead.

"I knew it," she affirmed with a nod, darting through the archway without hesitation. A new challenge presented itself almost immediately.

"Great… more steps," she groaned, eyeing the descending staircase ahead. She started running down them, muttering under her breath, "This should be called the quest of stairs and fitness—"

At last, she reached the bottom and breathed a small sigh of relief. "Please have no more stairs…" she murmured, reaching out to push open a door that obligingly swung open. Stepping through cautiously, she scanned the room ahead.

"Oh, come on…" Saphira sighed as she took in the large gap separating her from the opposite side of the chamber. She aimed her wand at a rune on the wall and fired a blast of magic, surprised when it actually worked.

"Okay… I was just upset, I didn’t think that’d work?!" she exclaimed, crossing the newly formed platform with a nervous laugh. "Okay, maybe this won’t be horrible…"

Her optimism faltered when she spotted two guards stationed by the exit. "Never mind. Spoke far too soon," she muttered, pointing her wand and unleashing spells that dispatched the stone guardians swiftly.

"Please don’t be more, please—" she pleaded, only to hear a noise behind her. Four walls disappeared, revealing four more guards.

"Why does the universe hate me?!" Saphira yelped, dodging a sword swing before engaging in another frantic duel. She quickly found her rhythm, seamlessly transitioning from defense to offense. After what felt like an eternity of intense combat, the last guard crumbled into pieces, and the door ahead swung open.

Saphira leaned over, hands on her knees as she panted heavily. "This is horrible! I just wanted to sleep—" she gasped, straightening up with a weary sigh. "Luckily, tomorrow is Saturday and I have no classes. I’ll get to sleep in."

She passed through the doorway, wand at the ready. Over the next grueling steps, she dueled two more guards, narrowly avoided a treacherous path that threatened to drop her into a chasm, solved a complex puzzle, and confronted another six guards in battle. Finally, she stood in the middle of the chamber, breaths coming in deep, ragged pulls.

Taking a moment to steady herself, Saphira approached the final set of doors with determination. "Rackham, Charles… if I ever get the chance to speak to you, I’m going to complain so much! You old bastards," she muttered under her breath. Pushing open the doors, she stepped into the heart of the chamber.

"Oh great… all of this for a book," she muttered, shaking her head in disbelief as she reached the center of the room. Reaching out to grasp the tome, she was caught off guard when it suddenly opened, causing her to flinch back. A memory emerged from within, swirling in the pensieve's waters as ink formed an image before her eyes.

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The first memory unfolded with Rackham and Charles walking across a dry, parched landscape accompanied by a witch and another wizard. They approached a struggling hamlet, where crops wilted and people suffered visibly. A father attended to his sickly son while his daughter looked on with concern. Rackham exchanged a glance with the witch in her red dress and rustic robe, her braided blonde hair framing a face of determination. With a nod from her, Rackham raised his wand, invoking ancient magic into the air.

Almost immediately, clouds gathered and rain began to fall, rejuvenating the earth beneath. The land seemed to respond to their magic, bursting forth with new life—flowers bloomed, grass grew lush, and crops sprouted vigorously around the hamlet. The other wizards joined in, their combined efforts transforming the once desolate place into a vibrant community again. The young girl watched in awe as her father's face lit up with hope, tending to his son who showed signs of improvement. Just as swiftly as they had arrived, the four wizards turned to depart.

In the second memory, the scene shifted to an office where Rackham, Charles, and their colleagues conversed intently. Their attention turned as a young girl entered, addressing Headmistress Fitzgerald and the assembled professors.

"You wanted to see me, Headmistress Fitzgerald? Professor Rackham?" the girl asked respectfully.

Rackham smiled warmly at her. "Miss Isidora Morganach. Welcome."

Charles stood, nodding to her. "Professor Rookwood."

She acknowledged the wizard in the blue turban next. "Professor Bakar."

Headmistress Fitzgerald spoke gently. "We understand that you are adjusting well to life at Hogwarts."

"I am," Isidora affirmed.

"I am glad—especially in light of your unusual situation, starting as a fifth-year," the Headmistress continued.

Rackham interjected, reflecting on their shared history. "As it happens, I was also admitted to Hogwarts as a fifth-year. I've never heard of another like us."

Charles Rookwood added, his demeanor thoughtful. "Miss Morganach, when we spoke yesterday after class, you asked about the beautiful swirls you saw years ago, when we visited your hamlet."

"I recognized you all immediately. I cannot thank you enough for what you did," Isidora replied earnestly.

Saphira observed the interaction, noting Isidora's bright tone and sincere gratitude. She couldn't see auras through memories, but Isidora's demeanor spoke volumes.

"We were glad to help," Rackham assured her.

Isidora's hands fidgeted as she continued. "And yes, I did see swirls of magic—everywhere—that day. My father insists it was my imagination running wild. But it was certainly real to me."

"It was not your imagination," Headmistress Fitzgerald affirmed.

Taking a step forward, she explained further. "Percival—Professor Rackham—can see them too. But we've never known of another who could."

Confusion flickered across Isidora's face. "I don't understand. What are they?"

"The whispers—or traces—that appear when a particular form of ancient magic is wielded," Headmistress Fitzgerald clarified.

"Ancient magic?" Isidora echoed, her curiosity piqued.

Professor Bakar spoke calmly. "Few are capable of wielding it. Hogwarts itself is a stronghold of ancient magic."

"So, if I can see traces of ancient magic, does that mean that I can wield it too?"

"With the proper training," Professor Bakar confirmed.

Rackham tempered her enthusiasm. "But let us not get ahead of ourselves, Miss Morganach. Before I can train you to wield such magic, you must first master all that Hogwarts has to offer."

Headmistress Fitzgerald emphasized the responsibility. "A magic this powerful can do great harm in the wrong hands. It must be wielded by a select few. As such, we ask that you not speak to anyone about what we have discussed here today."

Isidora nodded solemnly, absorbing their words, before turning to leave the room, and the memory dissolved into darkness.

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Saphira emerged from the pensieve with a violent cough, her hands barely managing to grasp the book as she struggled to catch her breath. "There were two others who could see it?" she gasped, clinging to the edge of the pensieve for support. Each time she delved into these memories, they spawned more questions, leaving her feeling submerged in uncertainty.

Collapsing to the ground, the book slipped from her grasp, her chest heaving with panic as she fought to steady herself. She squeezed her eyes shut, attempting to regain composure before hastily retrieving the book and retreating from the pensieve, desperate to put distance between herself and its overwhelming revelations.

Returning to the library, Saphira spotted Sebastian and moved to call out to him, but halted as another voice cut through the quiet. "Sneaking in the Restricted Section—again!"

Saphira instinctively ducked behind the bookshelves, listening intently as the voice continued, stern and disapproving. "Clearly, detentions are insufficient. I'm afraid I must take this to the headmaster."

"But—!" Sebastian's protest was met with a tense silence that made Saphira frown, recognizing the strain in Sebastian's voice.

"That being said," the voice resumed, softer yet firm, "Peeves has informed me that you didn't come alone tonight. If someone coerced you, I would have you tell me. You're a bright boy. Don't waste this."

Saphira started to step out when Sebastian, catching her movement, spoke up with unexpected confidence. "There was nobody else!" he asserted firmly. "I came alone."

"Oh, Sebastian," sighed the librarian with a disapproving click of her tongue. "What will your uncle say?"

As she turned to leave, Peeves swooped down with a mischievous flourish, blowing a raspberry at Sebastian. Saphira remained frozen in the library, silently grappling with guilt over inadvertently involving Sebastian in trouble.

Chapter 10: Studying (like an actual Student)

Chapter Text

September

Saphira hurried up the stairs, her footsteps echoing faintly in the quiet corridors of Hogwarts. Spotting the figure of the Bloody Baron, she approached him with a determined smile. "Excuse me!"

The Baron turned to face her, his demeanor as imposing as his spectral form allowed. "Are you the Bloody Baron?"

"Yes," he replied curtly, his gaze fixed on her.

Saphira offered a small smile, trying to maintain her composure. "Hi, I’m Saphira Morrigan, the new fifth-year Slytherin. Um… I was told to speak to you because I’ve been having problems with… Peeves."

"Peeves?" The Baron's voice chilled with distaste as he spat out the name. "What has he been doing?"

"He keeps knocking my books into puddles, crashing into me, pelting me with different foods—" Saphira began, but the Baron cut her off with a raised hand.

"Say no more. I shall handle this. Thank you for bringing this to my attention," he declared, his ghostly figure drifting away.

Saphira smirked slightly as she leaned against the railing, relieved that part one of her plan had succeeded. With the Bloody Baron on the prowl, Peeves would likely stay away for at least a few days. Descending the stairs, she headed towards Professor Fig’s office, eager to continue her mission.

Pushing open the door, Saphira paused upon hearing voices inside. "You cannot be serious. Goblins working with Rookwood? Makes no sense."

"It is… rather unorthodox, to say the least."

"Unorthodox? It’s inconceivable! It’s—"

Saphira knocked lightly and entered the room, interrupting their conversation. "Professor?"

"Ah, Fig. You have a visitor," Professor Black acknowledged before limping towards the door. "I’ll see what I can find out."

As the door swung shut behind him, Saphira approached Professor Fig eagerly. "Sir! I managed to search the Restricted Section while you were with Professor Black. It was a book we were after!"

"What? That's—" Professor Fig started, then paused, processing the revelation. "Wait! You accessed the Restricted Section?! But how—?"

Deciding not to dwell on the details, Saphira cut in, "The book was actually below the Restricted Section, just as it appeared on the map."

Fig pointed at her, intrigued. "I’ll want to hear everything, but first! Let’s have a look at this book!"

Handing over the book, Saphira watched as Fig quickly flipped through its pages, his expression shifting from anticipation to disappointment. "Oh… oh, dear. Some of the pages seem to be missing. It appears someone has got to the book before us."

He sighed heavily, his tone tinged with frustration. "Still, I will need time to study what remains. Perhaps we can still salvage something useful…"

Rubbing his chin in thought, Fig mused aloud, "I wonder why it was here, below Hogwarts."

"I may know, sir. I saw two more memories when I found the book," Saphira offered.

"Another Pensieve? Godric's beard," Fig muttered, his curiosity piqued. "The man we saw before — Percival Rackham — was a professor here. The first memory showed him and three other professors using ancient magic to restore a hamlet from a drought."

Fig smiled slightly. "Miriam was right."

Encouraged by his reaction, Saphira continued, "And the second? They were talking to a student, Isidora Morganach. She started as a fifth-year, like I did. She could see traces of magic too."

"Why those memories?" Fig wondered aloud, his gaze shifting back to the book in his hands. "Perhaps this book will explain. Now I'll have to take it with me to London. The Headmaster has insisted that I speak directly to the Minister about George's death."

Saphira frowned, concern furrowing her brow. "Sir… what will you tell them about Mr. Osric’s death?"

"I don’t know how much I dare say. George tried to convince the Ministry about Ranrok — but to no avail. My instinct is to follow the path we are on for the moment and keep the details to ourselves until we know more."

Understanding his caution, Saphira nodded solemnly. "I understand."

Deciding not to mention how much she had already confided in Sebastian and her plans to tell him more, she added, "I’ll see what I can learn about the missing pages while you’re gone, and maybe about the different people I saw."

"Good. Don't neglect your studies. Your wandwork is improving by the day, but you'll want to pay attention in Herbology and Potions. There's more to magic than spell-casting," Fig reminded her gently.

"Yes, sir. There’s plenty to keep me occupied while you’re away."

"You've done exceptionally well. I look forward to seeing all that you've accomplished when I return. Oh — and don't neglect your friends. You may be surprised by how much you can learn from them as well."

"Of course, Professor. Have a good trip."

"Be safe, Saphira," Fig bid her farewell with a smile before she left his office.

Returning to the common room, Saphira settled on the couch in front of the fireplace, surrounded by the books she had borrowed from the library. With a stack of five books about past students and professors of Hogwarts, she focused intently on her research. Flipping through the pages of the first book, which detailed Headmasters and Headmistresses, she searched for any mention of a Headmistress Fitzgerald that could help her locate the records of the professors she had heard about.

"It’s a weekend and you’re studying?" Sebastian's voice interrupted her concentration.

Saphira looked up and grinned. "Well, I am still a student, Seb."

"Have anything to do with our little trip?" he inquired casually, taking a seat beside her.

"Maybe. I suppose you’ll have to—" she started teasingly.

"Find a quiet and hidden place, I know, I know," Sebastian finished for her with a roll of his eyes. "Would you also be the cause of Peeves hiding in the Prefect bathroom?"

"Peeves is hiding? How strange…" Saphira remarked innocently, though a smirk played at her lips.

Sebastian chuckled. "Yeah, the Bloody Baron gave Peeves quite the fright for bullying new students… specifically a Slytherin."

"Well, I suppose Peeves got what he deserved, didn’t he?" Saphira replied with a small smirk.

Sebastian nudged her shoulder lightly. "Thanks."

"You took the fall for me when you didn’t have to," Saphira said, looking at him with genuine gratitude.

"I was just trying to make up for it," he shrugged nonchalantly.

"No need to feel guilty. I saw that you were about to turn yourself in for me. Thanks," Sebastian reassured her.

"Of course. I didn’t go there wanting to get you in trouble. I wish you had let me turn myself in. Fig would have gotten me out of it," Saphira replied, her tone sincere.

"Well, Ominis got me out of most of the trouble with the Headmaster. I just have to serve a few detentions, and now I have the most popular Slytherin in my debt," Sebastian remarked with a playful grin.

Saphira chuckled softly. "Yes, how lucky for you."

"Extremely lucky for me," Sebastian agreed, picking up one of the books she had brought. "What are you even looking for?"

"A Headmistress and three professors," Saphira replied. "Names? Headmistress Fitzgerald, Professor Rackham, Rookwood, and Bakar."

"Rookwood? Like Victor—" Sebastian started, his interest piqued.

"Yeah, I think he’s a descendant."

"Do you know their first names?" Sebastian asked, flipping through the book calmly.

"Percival Rackham and Charles Rookwood," Saphira confirmed, watching him curiously as he searched.

As Sebastian continued to flip through the pages, she grinned to herself, content in their shared pursuit of knowledge amidst the warmth of the common room fireplace.

Chapter 11: Herbology and Potions Mishaps

Chapter Text

September

Saphira stepped into the greenhouse, her small smile widening as she took in the sight of vines clinging to the metal framework between the panes of glass. The scent of damp earth and growing things filled the air, mingling with the voices of Ominis and Sebastian. She couldn't help but be amused by Ominis' tone as he spoke.

"What's that smell? Is she growing Pungour Onion again?" he grumbled.

Despite his apparent dislike for her, Saphira found herself entertained by Ominis' complaints. She pushed open the door and paused, watching a woman with vibrant red hair braided into two neat plaits down either side of her neck. The woman held a basket, allowing each student to take something from it. Saphira descended the steps just as Lenora rushed down, her face alight with a cheerful smile.

"Good morning, Professor Garlick," Lenora greeted.

Professor Garlick beamed back at her. "How wonderful to see you again, Lenora, dear!" She paused, then added, "Oh, here! You’ll need these for today’s class."

As Saphira moved down the steps to grab what looked like a cotton ball, Professor Garlick noticed her and smiled warmly. "Ahh! Hello, dear! Class, please welcome the newest rose in our garden."

Saphira felt a bit awkward under the attention, but her eyes caught Sebastian's, who was smirking at her. Professor Garlick's gentle smile continued, "We do look forward to growing together."

"Thank you, Professor," Saphira replied quietly.

She walked forward slowly, and Sebastian sidled up next to her with a grin. "I have the feeling that you’re quite tired of being presented to the class," he teased.

Saphira glanced at him calmly. "Whatever gave you that idea, Seb?"

"Just a sneaking suspicion," he said with a chuckle.

She nudged his shoulder gently. "Aren't you just the smartest detective?"

"Thank you, I try," he responded, laughing softly.

Meanwhile, Professor Garlick set the basket down and began addressing the class. "How thrilling it is to have everyone back together again! This year will be filled with enchantment and excitement, but the most important thing cultivated in Herbology is knowledge. The prudent Herbologist is no more afraid of the Venomous Tentacula than the Bouncing Bulb."

She tossed something into the air, and Saphira watched as the Venomous Tentacula snapped it up. She exchanged a look with Sebastian, who smirked back at her. Professor Garlick then took her place at her stand, wand in hand.

"Now, then!" she announced, smiling at the students. "Today we will be acquainting ourselves with the mellifluous tuber known as the Mandrake Root. Accio."

With a wave of her wand, pots floated over, landing in front of each student, including Garlick. Saphira looked down at the plant next to her as Sebastian whispered, "Mellifluous tuber?"

She smirked back at him. "Good job, Seb! You said it correctly—ow!" She rubbed her shoulder where he had playfully whacked her.

"Let's see if we can make our fibrous friends a bit more comfortable, shall we?" Professor Garlick instructed. "First, let's protect our ears."

Saphira, along with everyone else, put the cotton in her ears. Garlick spoke loudly to ensure they could all hear her despite the ear protection. "Now, everyone grip their Mandrake by the tendrils and give it a firm tug."

Saphira grasped the Mandrake and pulled it out of the pot, flinching slightly as the room filled with its cries. The reason for the cotton in their ears became clear. She looked up to see the greenhouse glass cracking and her eyes widened. Garlick’s voice rose above the noise, almost panicked.

"Quickly! Place your Mandrakes in the new pot and pat down the soil!"

Saphira hurriedly shoved her Mandrake into the pot and patted down the soil. She sighed in relief as the tendrils relaxed, and she pulled the cotton from her ears, seeing that everyone else had finished too.

"The soil should envelop the root like a warm, dirty blanket, putting the Mandrake right at ease," Garlick explained as she walked over to Saphira. "I'm very sorry about that. Yours was a bit mature, I'm afraid."

She picked up the pot and looked at Saphira. "All right then, off you go." Stepping back, she called out, "Splendid work, everyone."

Sebastian walked over to Saphira, a teasing glint in his eyes. "You’re just unlucky, aren’t you?"

"Seems to be a combination, doesn’t it?" she replied, rolling her eyes.

He laughed softly. "I suppose it does. You might be the unluckiest lucky person I know."

"Thank you, Seb. Very helpful," she said dryly.

"I know! I’m just brilliant," he quipped with a grin.

Garlick’s voice rang out again. "Now, for our next task. We'll be planting dittany at our potting tables. Miss Morrigan, please come speak to me."

Saphira made her way over to Garlick, overhearing a Hufflepuff girl murmuring to herself, "I wonder if Hippogriffs like knotgrass?"

"Yes, Professor?" Saphira asked as she reached Garlick.

Garlick smiled gently. "Firstly, well done with your Mandrake! They can be rather difficult to get a grasp of."

Saphira laughed softly. "Yes, I noticed that…I nearly went deaf."

Garlick laughed too. "Well, yes. The cry of a mature Mandragora can be fatal! So remember to keep those ears protected…" She switched to a more formal tone. "Now, as I mentioned, next we will be planting dittany. Let us find you some seeds."

"I already have some, Professor. I picked them up in Hogsmeade."

"You’ve visited the Magic Neep? Oh, that’s wonderful! A prepared student is bound to bloom!" Garlick beamed. "I’ve arranged for you to have your own potting table here in the classroom—wasn’t easy to spare one on such short notice—"

"Sorry, Professor," Saphira interjected.

"Oh, no need to apologize!" Garlick smiled. "Plant the seeds there now and you can return to harvest them later. Even with soil, sunlight, and a bit of magic," she laughed softly, "they will take time to grow."

"Of course, Professor."

"Come see me when you’re done."

Saphira walked away as Garlick began to address the class again. "Dittany's restorative properties make it a vital ingredient in the Wiggenweld Potion, as you all should know from Professor Sharp's class."

Reaching her potting table, Saphira found Sebastian leaning on it with Ominis standing nearby. Sebastian grinned. "What was that about, Saphira?"

"She was just making sure I had seeds."

Saphira started planting the dittany while Ominis spoke. "Ah, yes. Because you lost everything in a dragon’s mouth."

His tone was colder, and Saphira glanced at him. "Yes, brings a new meaning to ‘my dog ate my homework,’ I think."

Sebastian chuckled as Saphira finished planting the dittany. "Well, now that I’ve finished that, I’ve been told to speak to the Professor again."

Sebastian smirked. "Careful, some might think you’re in trouble."

"Or a Professor’s pet," Ominis added.

"Thank you both for your concern," she said with a shake of her head as she walked towards Garlick. "Professor, I’ve finished."

"Well done. Once it can be harvested, your dittany will be ready to use in Wiggenweld Potion. I'll let Professor Sharp tell you about that! Now, what say we branch out?" Garlick's smile held a hint of laughter. "Introduce you to a different sort of flora—the Chinese Chomping Cabbage. You'll find that some plants are better suited to uses outside of a cauldron. The cabbages do get testy without something to chew. Fortunately, I have a dummy for them to gnaw on. Be a dear and let them have a good chomping."

Saphira nodded. "Of course, Professor."

"They're in the other greenhouse. It's just at the end of the footbridge leading out of this room. Your classmate, Mr. Prewett, has kindly offered to accompany you. Come back and see me when you're finished."

Saphira began to step away when Garlick spoke up again. "Oh, and—mind your fingers. They do bite!"

"Thank you for the warning," Saphira said with a smile before heading up the stairs towards the footbridge.

As Saphira walked away, Sebastian turned to Ominis. "Why are you so cold to her, Ominis?"

"Why are you so interested in her?" Ominis retorted.

Sebastian sighed. "Ominis, give her a chance. She’s interesting."

"No, she’s trouble. And you already get in enough of it."

Sebastian sighed again, shaking his head.

“Hello!”

Saphira paused as she saw the Gryffindor who had been sparring with Sebastian in Defence Against the Dark Arts. He approached her with a bright smile.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Leander,” he said, extending his hand.

Saphira offered a polite smile in return. “Saphira.”

“I know,” Leander said, his smile widening. “I mean... everyone in the fifth year knows your name now. I’ll be showing you the Chinese Chomping Cabbages. Up these stairs will take us there. I’ll lead the way.”

“Thank you,” Saphira replied, falling in step behind him.

As they exited the greenhouse and began walking through the next one, Leander glanced over at her. “Nice work in Defence Against the Dark Arts, by the way.”

“Excuse me?” Saphira asked, looking at him curiously.

“Your duel with Sebastian!” Leander clarified, pausing to let out a laugh. “And he’s good—thinks he’s really good. But you outright slaughtered him. It was brilliant!”

Saphira gave an awkward laugh. “Oh... well, thank you.”

“I nearly put Sebastian in his place myself,” Leander continued, puffing out his chest. Then he paused, his shoulders sagging slightly. “I mean, I would’ve, if Hecat hadn’t stopped me.”

They continued walking, and Saphira spoke softly, “Didn’t she stop that dragon skull from... crushing you?”

“Typical Slytherin trick!” Leander scoffed.

Saphira’s eyes narrowed slightly as he went on. “Dropping a dragon skull on someone during a fight! We Gryffindors fight with honour—”

“I’m a Slytherin, thank you,” Saphira interjected coldly.

Leander turned to face her, looking a bit taken aback. “The cabbages are down there,” he said, pointing awkwardly down the stairs.

“Thanks,” Saphira replied curtly, walking away from him and descending the steps to where the cabbages were kept.

Leander stood there awkwardly for a moment before following her. As Saphira began to harvest the Chomping Cabbages, she threw them at the dummy with a calm precision.

“Look at that!” Leander exclaimed, trying to break the tension. “They’ll chomp on anything they can get their, uh—mouths?—on.”

“Probably why they’re called Chomping Cabbages,” Saphira replied, her tone icy.

Leander tried again. “Vicious little bastards, aren’t they? My kind of plant—”

“You have much in common, then,” Saphira muttered, not bothering to hide her disdain.

Ignoring her comment, Leander continued, “—not like stupid Bubotubers and Bouncing Bulbs. The kind of plants that’d have your back in a fight. It’s chaos out there—trolls in Hogsmeade and such. You can’t be above throwing a cruciferous vegetable if necessary…”

“So much for honour, huh?” Saphira retorted.

Leander looked hurt before muttering, “Dogweed and Deathcap has more of them. And other plants too. We, uh, probably ought to head back to class... and I’m sorry... about earlier.”

Saphira looked at him for a moment before sighing slightly. “It’s fine.”

They began the walk back towards the other greenhouse. As they entered, Saphira paused, hearing Professor Garlick’s voice.

“And with that helpful reminder as to why we should always wear our dragon-hide gloves, I shall end our lesson here.”

Saphira walked over to Professor Garlick calmly. “I tended to the Chinese Chomping Cabbages, Professor.”

“Remarkable plants, aren't they? I hope they weren't too much trouble—don't see any bite marks or missing digits. And good, as you do seem to be quite green-fingered. I'm eager to see your skill in the soil continue to blossom.”

“Thank you, Professor. Magical plants do seem to have many uses. I’m eager to learn more.”

“I'm glad! Herbology is a bounteous subject. Tend to your garden, and it will tend to you. I suppose that's everything! Do come by for a chat some time. I do enjoy checking in with my new students.”

Saphira moved away, letting out a small surprised squeak when Sebastian grabbed her arm. He laughed, “You’re so easy to startle!”

“Sebastian! Why must you keep doing that?!”

“It’s pretty funny. Come on, we have potions next and I have decided to walk with you.”

“How sweet.” Saphira rolled her eyes as the two exited the greenhouse.

“Prewett is annoying.”

“Oh?” Sebastian grinned slightly. “What did he do to earn your dislike so quickly?”

“He was quite rude and very arrogant.”

“Sounds about right for a Gryffindor.”

“Oh, don’t you start too.”

Sebastian raised an eyebrow before his expression changed. “Ahh, Prewett insulted Slytherin.”

“Yes, he did.”

Sebastian glanced at her. “Want to prank him?”

Saphira looked at him for a moment before smirking. “Sebastian, you’re quickly becoming my best friend.”

“Ha! Good to know.” He ruffled her hair with a laugh as they began to walk down the stairs to the dungeons for potions. As they walked past a group of students, one spoke up.

“Shouldn't there be Aurors or someone from the Ministry guarding the school after the incident in Hogsmeade?”

A girl responded, “Headmaster Black would never allow that! It would make him look completely incompetent—”

Sebastian whispered to Saphira with a smirk, “Which he is.”

“Sebastian!” She grinned at him before they hurried through the doorway and into the Potions classroom.

Sebastian pulled her over to a group of cauldrons and grinned at Ominis, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Ominis, our new fifth-year Slytherin will be joining us this year,” he announced with a flourish.

Ominis glanced at Sebastian, a hint of skepticism in his voice. “Great.”

“Hey! At least this year we won’t be splashed by the failed experiments,” Sebastian said with a chuckle, giving Ominis a playful nudge before turning his attention to Saphira. “This is your cauldron,” he added, gesturing to the one next to him.

Saphira laughed, appreciating the gesture. “Why, thank you, Mister Sallow. Whatever would I do without you?”

“Suffer with boring classmates,” he quipped, flashing her a grin just as the door opened and Professor Sharp, the stern man from Fig’s office, limped in.

“Potions is one of the most challenging and hazardous subjects taught at this school. As fifth years, you will be required to reach new heights of both discipline and intellect. You will begin this term by brewing a Wiggenweld Potion,” he declared, leaning against the wall before continuing. “Mister Thakkar, can you tell us why this particular potion might come in handy?”

He tapped the potion in his hand, and the Ravenclaw he addressed answered promptly, “Yes, Professor Sharp. The Wiggenweld Potion can be used to sterilize and even heal a variety of injuries.”

“It can heal some injuries, but not all,” Sharp corrected, tapping the wall before moving towards his desk. “Points to Ravenclaw. Before today's class is completed, each of you will have brewed a Wiggenweld Potion of your own. You never know when you might need it. Please begin.”

He sat down and leaned back, his eyes scanning the room as Saphira began to read through the recipe. Sharp’s voice came from over her shoulder, startling her, “Use a strong, even motion when crushing your ingredients.”

She pulled the pestle closer to her chest, fighting the urge to jump. Ignoring Sebastian’s snickering, she looked at Professor Sharp. “Thank you, sir.”

He nodded and continued his round. “Be meticulous when adding powder to your potion. One errant sneeze could be disastrous.”

Saphira crushed her ingredients and carefully added the powder, giving Sebastian a swift kick as the professor moved away from their table. Sebastian let out a small “ow” before shooting her a glare. “Arse.”

He smirked at her. “Not my fault you’re so jumpy.”

Rolling her eyes, she added five drops of Horklump juice and began to stir her cauldron.

“I see most of you have not forgotten how to stir,” Sharp observed.

Saphira bottled her potion calmly and turned around, only to find the professor directly behind her again. He took the bottle and hummed as he studied it. “Not an easy potion to brew. Well done.”

He looked at her, his gaze intense. “From what I hear of your recent exploits in Hogsmeade, you’d also do well to practice brewing the defensive Edurus potion. Professor Weasley had you acquire the recipe from J. Pippin’s, correct?”

“Yes, she did, sir.”

“Good.” He paused, sighing slightly. “For the moment, you can find the ingredients you need in my office, considering the circ*mstances.”

His reference to the dragon attack made Saphira look down at her hands, the memory of George Osric's scream still fresh. Sharp’s voice brought her back.

“In the future, you’ll be expected to provide your own ingredients.”

She looked up, meeting his gaze.

“Some can be harvested from the plants you grow in Herbology class and rarer ones can be purchased. Others, however, may be harder to obtain and will require you to be a bit more—resourceful.”

Sharp nodded and took a step back. “Come and see me when you've finished brewing, and we'll see if it was skill or luck the first time around.”

As he walked back to his desk, Saphira began cleaning her cauldron, deciding it was best to do so before fetching the ingredients. Sebastian leaned over. “How is it that you seem to be good at everything?”

Saphira looked at him for a moment before shaking her head. “Sebastian, I grew up in a hamlet where my father and I had a garden. We grew our own food, so Herbology isn’t that tricky. The basics are the same whether the plants are magical or not. My father was a wizard, so we brewed potions together. I had the basics down long before I came here; this is just expanding on them.”

She finished cleaning her cauldron, and Ominis spoke calmly. “My Wiggenweld potion is utter rubbish… wish I could just replace it with one from J. Pippins.”

Sebastian frowned, and Saphira paused before walking around to Ominis’ cauldron. She smiled. “It’s not rubbish, Ominis. You’re missing a drop of Horklump juice.”

Sebastian looked at it. “How did you—”

“My dad’s favorite potion to make was the Wiggenweld, but he always added four drops, not five.” She added a drop into Ominis’ cauldron and gently guided his hand to stir it. “There you are, done.”

Ominis paused for a moment. “Thank you… seems I’ll have to fix that reading charm…”

Saphira glanced at his potion recipe and frowned before shaking her head. She quickly went to get the ingredients from Sharp’s office.

Sebastian leaned on his table, frowning as he watched her. “What is Garreth doing talking to Saphira?”

Ominis sighed, annoyed. “What does it matter, Sebastian? She can handle herself.”

“She’s a Slytherin! She should be talking to us—”

“I’m sure he’s just asking her a favor. You do know that many students in the school have taken to making requests of her.”

“She’s not some damn Hufflepuff—”

“She doesn’t seem to mind helping students, Seb.” Ominis felt around the table with a frown. “Where did I put that Ashwinder egg?”

Sebastian handed it to him, still watching Saphira as she reappeared from Sharp’s office and talked to Garreth again before walking over to their table. “Seb, why are you staring?”

“You seemed to enjoy talking to Garreth.”

“I was simply doing him a favor, don’t get your wand in a twist.” She poked his cheek calmly before laying out the Ashwinder egg and dark mongrel fur, reading over the potion recipe for Edurus. A small yelp of surprise made her turn around, trying not to laugh as Thakkar yelled.

“Garreth! Not again!”

Fireworks erupted from Garreth’s cauldron before it exploded, and Garreth looked at himself, covered in soot. “Dragon dung! What happened?!”

“Well done, Garreth!” Saphira shook her head with an amused smile as Sharp’s voice came out, exasperated.

“What now, Mister Weasley?”

“Sorry… Professor…”

“That’ll be points from Gryffindor—again.” Sharp sounded tired, as if this was a common occurrence. He looked around the room. “Mister Weasley did not do this on his own. His accomplice will answer to me as well.”

Sebastian looked at Saphira, who gave a small shrug before whispering to him, “At least it was amusing.”

Sebastian let out a small laugh. “That is one way to look at it. Your potion is done.”

“Wish me luck.” She bottled the potion before walking over to Professor Sharp. “Professor, I brewed an Edurus Potion as you asked.”

“I’m surprised you had the time,” Sharp said, turning to look at her, unimpressed. “You seemed rather busy helping Mister Weasley brew chaos.”

Saphira let out a small, nervous laugh. “My dad always did say I was rather good at multitasking.”

Sharp sighed slightly. “Yes, that does sound like Ulysses.”

“You knew my dad?”

“Very well. But you will not earn favor with me by brewing chaos. I suggest you heed this warning.” He gave her a stern glare, and she nodded. “Yes, Professor.”

“As for the work you did today at your own cauldron, I will say you’ve done well. I confess I was skeptical, given the advanced nature of this class and the fact you’re a new student.”

Saphira looked up at him with a small smile. “I’m glad I was able to meet your expectations, sir. I cannot wait to learn more.”

“A rare occurrence. In addition to having a solid grasp of how to combine various ingredients, you should gain an understanding of the ingredients themselves. Pay particular attention in Herbology. The plants you nurture there are often essential to the potions you brew here. Now, I recommend that you find a safe location in which to practice brewing. You cannot leave a hot cauldron simply anywhere.”

He paused for a moment before speaking again. “And, Miss Morrigan, if you require any assistance or someone to speak to, know my door is open.”

"Sir?" Saphira asked, her voice tinged with confusion.

"I’m quite aware of what the signs of insomnia look like, Miss Morrigan," Professor Sharp replied, his tone softer than usual. "I am a master of brewing Dreamless Sleep potions. If you need them, do not hesitate to ask."

Saphira stared at him, her surprise evident. She coughed and quickly rubbed her eyes with her robe, trying to hide her embarrassment. "Thank you, sir..."

She turned and hastily walked away, her mind racing. She hadn’t expected him to notice, let alone call her out on it. Taking a moment to calm her racing heart, she made her way over to Garreth, who was waiting nearby.

"That was an… interesting class," she remarked, trying to sound casual.

"Thanks to you!" Garreth replied with a wide grin. "Wasn't precisely what I had in mind, but it was still brilliant! I appreciate your help. I hope Sharp wasn’t… too disagreeable when you handed in your potion."

Saphira offered him a small smile, her nerves finally settling. "It was fine, although next time, let's try to do this outside the classroom."

Garreth's grin widened. "Deal."

Saphira chuckled softly. "Let me know if you need any more ingredients for your… creations, Garreth. I’d love to help."

"I shall keep that in mind! Have a good day, Saphira."

"You as well, Garreth."

She walked out of the classroom, pausing as she saw both Ominis and Sebastian waiting for her. Sebastian grinned at her expectantly.

"Well?" he prompted.

"It went well enough," she replied. "You didn’t have to wait."

Ominis spoke up, his tone sincere. "You saved me from getting another D on a potion. Figured I owed you a thank you."

"I’m glad to have helped," she said warmly. She fell into step next to Sebastian, with Ominis following closely behind them.

"Hey, Ominis," she began, curiosity evident in her voice, "I was just curious, but do you know how to read braille?"

"Of course, I do," Ominis replied, sounding slightly puzzled.

"Good to know," Saphira said with a smile as they walked. She could sense Ominis's confusion and added, "In my hamlet, there was a girl who was blinded in an accident. I learned braille to help her. I didn’t know if the wizarding world used it."

Sebastian chimed in, "It’s not common in the wizarding world, no… but Ominis learned it through me and my sister."

"Makes sense," Saphira nodded. She grinned slightly, appreciating the connection they had shared. Ominis paused for a moment, turning his head in her direction.

"If I didn’t know braille, were you going to offer to teach me?" he asked, a hint of amusem*nt in his voice.

"I mean, I'd extend an offer, yes," she replied sincerely. "You’re a brilliant wizard, Ominis. It’s not fair that you’re not being given the proper opportunities to show that."

She offered him a smile before sighing softly. "Well, I should go check my owl to make sure I’m not missing any letters. I’m always summoned to do something else after class as it is… bye, Ominis, Seb. Try to stay out of trouble."

She rushed off, her mind still reeling from the day's events. Ominis listened to her footsteps fading away, while Sebastian grinned at him knowingly.

"See?" Sebastian said, unable to hide his smug satisfaction.

"Shut up, Sebastian," Ominis retorted, though there was no malice in his voice.

Chapter 12: Duels

Chapter Text

September

Saphira finally reached her dorm room, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. As she pushed the door open, her eyes fell on the letters neatly placed in the holder beneath her owl. She sighed softly, stepping over to retrieve them. Her fingers brushed against the familiar parchment, but she paused when she saw one from Natty. Curiosity piqued, she opened the letter and hummed softly as she read.

“Alright… lower Hogsfield,” she murmured to herself, making a mental note.

Next, she picked up a letter from Lucan. A soft smile spread across her face as she read his words. “I’ll do the training and then the final round before meeting Natty,” she decided aloud, feeling a surge of determination.

Saphira sat down at her desk, tucking the letters away carefully. She pulled out a fresh piece of parchment and began to write a letter of her own, her quill moving swiftly across the page. After signing it with a flourish, she slipped it into an envelope and sealed it. Rising from her chair, she walked over to her owl, holding the letter out.

“Deliver this for me, Rosina,” she instructed with a gentle smile.

The owl hooted softly, took the letter in its beak, and flew off into the evening sky. Saphira watched it go, letting out a tiny breath as she rocked back and forth on her heels. “I’ll start copying that stuff so hopefully I can send it if they agree…” she mused to herself, already planning her next steps.

She left her dorm room and made her way to the Crossed Wands, her heart pounding with excitement for the final duel. The corridors were bustling with students, but Saphira navigated through them with ease, her mind focused on the task ahead.

“Lucan!” she called out as she entered the training area.

“Hello future champion, how are you?” Lucan greeted her with a warm smile.

“I’m doing good, have a training dummy I could use?” Saphira asked, eager to get started.

“Of course I do, it’ll be trickier this time,” Lucan replied, a playful glint in his eyes.

“I do love a challenge,” Saphira said, grinning back at him.

Lucan chuckled. “I had quite the feeling you’d say that.”

Just then, Sebastian walked in with Ominis by his side. They paused, taking in the scene.

“Is that… Saphira?” Sebastian asked, eyebrows raised in surprise.

“Mhm, she’s practicing on a training dummy,” Lucan confirmed, watching Saphira’s impressive spellcasting.

Ominis listened intently to the sounds of Saphira’s spells hitting the dummy. “Sounds pretty harsh,” he noted.

“Oh yeah, she’s destroying the dummy, I can actually see it breaking,” Sebastian replied, his tone filled with admiration.

Ominis rolled his eyes at Sebastian’s obvious delight. “Going to duel with her again?” he asked.

“Nah,” Sebastian said, a grin forming on his face. “I think she wants to try this one on her own.”

“Why do you say that?” Ominis questioned.

“Because Leander Prewett is a part of the group dueling, and she is not a fan of him,” Sebastian explained.

“You just want to watch her crush Prewett,” Ominis accused with a knowing smile.

“Yes, I really do,” Sebastian admitted, his grin widening as he watched Saphira walk over to Lucan with a smile.

“Thanks for the training session, Lucan,” she said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Of course. Ready to step into the ring?” Lucan asked.

“Definitely,” Saphira replied with confidence.

“Sebastian as your partner again?” Lucan inquired.

“No, I think I’m going to duel alone,” Saphira decided, her excitement palpable.

“Are you sure?” Lucan asked, concern flickering in his eyes.

“Definitely,” she affirmed, grinning slightly as she rocked on her heels excitedly.

Lucan chuckled. “Alright… if you’re positive about that. Leander, Eric, Nellie! You three are up, and you too, Charlotte.”

Saphira walked forward, her wand by her side, twirling it in her hand as she called out, “Hey, Leander.”

Leander turned to look at her, his expression unreadable. Saphira grinned mischievously. “I hope you won’t mind some Slytherin trickery. Although three Gryffindors and their honor against one Slytherin shouldn’t be too hard. And of course, the lovely Hufflepuff,” she added, giving a little bow.

Lucan let out a small laugh. “Begin!” he announced.

Leander sent a spell first, but Saphira dodged it effortlessly before waving her wand at him. “Leviosa!” she commanded, and he began to float. She quickly followed up with three strong spells, then shot Incendio. She ducked under a spell sent her way and aimed at Charlotte. “Stupefy!” she cried, watching with satisfaction as Charlotte went flying.

“Protego,” she muttered, her shield deflecting Eric and Nellie’s spells. With a flick of her wand, she sent Eric flying before pointing her wand at Nellie. “Accio!” she called, and Nellie flew towards her, only to be blasted back with four basic casts. A fifth one hit her, knocking her out of the fight.

Saphira jumped away from another spell and shot one behind her at Charlotte. “Leviosa!” she yelled, hitting Charlotte with three spells before bringing her back closer and hitting her again, sending her spiraling through the air before crashing to the ground. Now it was two on one.

Saphira swiftly knocked Eric out of the fight, just in time to block a spell from Leander. A grin spread across her face as Sebastian leaned forward, watching intently.

“Her wand work has become insane… she cast a spell from over her shoulder, Ominis!” Sebastian exclaimed.

“Yes, I can hear that it's quite impressive,” Ominis replied, his tone admiring.

“Protego!” Saphira blocked Leander’s spell, allowing him to fire one after another off. Sebastian watched, then grinned brightly, shaking Ominis slightly.

“She’s seeing the spells he knows!” Sebastian exclaimed.

“Why is she waiting?” Ominis wondered.

“For a big finish, I’m guessing,” Sebastian replied, his excitement evident. He watched her block spell after spell before a smirk crossed her face. She pointed her wand.

“Anaticula!” she declared.

Everyone paused as the spell seemingly didn’t affect Leander. He laughed. “Is that even a spell?” he mocked.

Saphira smiled sweetly as he pointed his wand. “Confringo!” he shouted.

Without warning, a fiery orange duck popped out of his wand, causing Leander to freeze. Saphira laughed softly. “Never gets old,” she remarked, sending Leander flying with another spell.

“We have our champion!” Lucan announced, grinning broadly.

Saphira walked over to Leander, who was still on the ground. She held out her hand calmly. “Now I forgive you for your earlier statement,” she said.

Leander looked up at her, surprised, before taking her hand and allowing her to pull him up. She waved her wand and gave a nod. “There you are, your wand won’t be spitting out ducks anymore,” she assured him.

“You have to teach me that spell,” Leander said, shaking his head in disbelief.

Sebastian flung his arm over Saphira’s shoulders. “Sorry, Prewett, if anyone is learning that spell it’s me and Ominis,” he interjected.

“Don’t pull me into this,” Ominis protested, but there was a hint of amusem*nt in his voice.

Lucan rushed over, holding out a package. “Good job! That was an amazing duel, Saphira!” he exclaimed.

“Thank you, Lucan,” Saphira replied, taking the package and tucking it into her bag with a small laugh. “I do hope it was okay that I used that spell.”

“Okay? That was amazing! I’ve never heard of that spell!” Lucan said, still in awe.

“It’s a favorite of mine,” Saphira admitted, a hint of pride in her voice. “We had so many ducks wandering around our hamlet because of me.”

Sebastian looked at her, his eyes twinkling with curiosity. “I do hope you’ll consider teaching me it,” he said.

“Depends, Sebastian, do you deserve to know it?” Saphira teased, grinning at him before walking away with a laugh. “Bye Seb! Remember-”

“Yeah! Yeah, I know,” he called after her, shaking his head with a laugh.

Saphira made her way through the corridors, slipping her wand into her robe. Suddenly, a loud voice rang out. “You’re the icky fifth year that told on Peevies to the Baron.”

Saphira turned and smiled at Peeves. “You told on Sebastian to the Librarian,” she retorted.

Peeves threw stale bread at her, and she shook her head slightly. “Hear me out, Peeves, I think your services could be far more useful elsewhere… maybe like the Headmaster’s office?” she suggested.

“Old Peevies would love to annoy Headmaster Black! But he set up a spell that Peeves can’t get through,” Peeves replied, his tone disappointed.

“Good to know, old Peevies,” Saphira said with a small hum, turning to leave the

school and stepping into the front courtyard. The warm sun greeted her, and she slipped off her robe, shoving it into her bag before continuing down the path towards lower Hogsfield, ready for whatever lay ahead.

Saphira’s heart lifted when she spotted Natty approaching in the distance. She quickened her pace, her smile widening.

“Natty! There you are. How are you?” Saphira called out, her voice brimming with warmth.

Natty's face lit up with a smile, though there was a hint of concern in her eyes. “I am well, my friend. But I have been worried about you… I heard that Rookwood and Harlow are after you.”

Saphira let out a nervous laugh, trying to brush off the gravity of the situation. “Oh, well, I’m all right at the moment.”

“Why are they after you, Saphira?” Natty asked, her tone a mix of worry and curiosity.

Saphira sighed softly, her gaze drifting momentarily. “I believe they’re more after my father. They were two of the three who ransacked my cottage in a small hamlet in England. They’re the reason my dad is missing.”

Natty’s brows furrowed in confusion and concern. “It’s odd that they’re pursuing a Hogwarts student so intently…but you’re clearly in danger.”

Saphira offered a reassuring smile, though she could see the worry still etched on Natty’s face. “I’ll be okay, Natty.”

Natty’s expression remained serious. “It is safe to say that Rookwood and Harlow are a threat to both of us—to all of us. That is why I wanted to speak to you. You have inspired me to take a stand of my own.”

“A stand? What sort of stand?” Saphira asked, her interest piqued.

“Men like Rookwood and Harlow are the reason my mother and I left Matabeleland. I will not sit by and watch them destroy my new home.”

Saphira nodded, her mind racing with the implications. “I’ve heard rumors of how dangerous Rookwood and Harlow are…”

“All the more reason they must be stopped. Rumor has it that Theophilius Harlow runs Rookwood's day-to-day operations. Taking him down would cripple Rookwood's entire enterprise. I spoke to Officer Singer, she was polite but would not discuss details with a student.”

“That’s understandable,” Saphira said with a nod.

“Yes, but I overheard some of Rookwood’s lot talking about a massive poaching operation that Harlow is planning. I was thinking we could investigate a bit. Try to get the evidence that Officer Singer needs.”

Saphira hummed softly, considering the plan. “All right, how are we going to do that?”

“I am going to watch and listen. Find out precisely what Harlow is up to. I shall reach out when I know more. In the meantime, remember: I am here if you need me.”

“Thank you, Natty,” Saphira said, feeling a surge of gratitude.

“Of course. Be on your guard, Saphira,” Natty replied, giving her a reassuring smile before she began to walk away.

Saphira watched her friend go, sighing softly. “All right…poachers. Those are people I won’t feel bad attacking.”

A sudden voice broke through her thoughts. “I beg your pardon?!”

Saphira’s head snapped up, her eyes widening at the sight of a woman glaring at her. “How dare you threaten me!”

Saphira took off running towards the voice. “They must have come this way. Think!” she heard the woman exclaim.

“I’ve no idea who it is you think I might’ve seen!” the woman continued, her voice tinged with frustration. Saphira slowed her pace, frowning as she listened.

“I’ve been busy with my research. I do not have time to—” The woman’s voice was cut off by a rough, mocking tone.

“Victor Rookwood doesn’t give a Doxy’s nip ‘bout your time.”

Saphira stepped forward, her robes billowing as she moved. “I don’t think she gives a Doxy’s nip about Rookwood.”

“Speak o’ the devil!” the other wizard sneered, stepping closer to the woman.

“Mister Rookwood would like a word with you.”

“A student? You can’t be ser—” The woman gasped as a spell was cast at her feet. Saphira stepped forward, her wand at the ready.

“I don’t wish to have a word with him. Now leave her alone,” Saphira commanded, her voice firm.

“Stupefy!” the woman shouted, sending a spell at the two wizards.

Within seconds, Saphira was casting spells at one of the wizards while the woman dueled the other. They knocked them out simultaneously, but Saphira’s relief was short-lived as purple and black smoke filled the air. A witch in red and black appeared, her eyes gleaming with malevolence.

“I’ll watch the light go out of yer—”

Before the witch could finish, Saphira sent a spell at her. The woman shouted, “We can hold them off.”

“Yes, ma’am!” Saphira responded, her focus unwavering as she dueled the witch in red.

She knocked the witch out and threw a boulder at one of the wizards who tried to grab her. “I’m not going anywhere with you!”

“You’ll take this student over my dead body!” the woman declared, surprising Saphira with her fierceness.

Saphira sent a blast at the last wizard, knocking him out. She turned and rushed over to the woman. “Are you okay?”

“What on earth just happened?! I’ve never been accosted in such a manner! And so close to Hogwarts—” The woman turned to look at Saphira, her expression softening as she patted her arm. “I’m fine, dear, in no small part to your excellent defensive skills.”

She paused, her gaze thoughtful. “Care to tell me why two Ashwinders were ready to dispatch me to get to you?”

“Ashwinders?” Saphira asked, tilting her head in confusion.

“Victor Rookwood's thieves and extortionists. His little cronies. They seemed quite keen on you.”

“It’s my father they’re after. He’s an aurologist—”

“Ulysses Rosier, I had been told he was missing. Well, you’ve avoided them for the moment. Priya warned me things were getting dangerous…best get moving on my research before they return!”

“Priya?” Saphira inquired, intrigued.

“My wife.” The woman smiled warmly. “She’s the one who piqued my interest in Merlin. Gave me a book when we were students at Hogwarts. Typically hard-working Hufflepuff. Brilliant potioneer. Has her own shop in Knockturn Alley. She's a traveling vendor. Hears what's going on in the Highlands before I do.”

Saphira smiled softly. “You’re a researcher?”

“Nora Treadwell, at your service. Historian and archaeologist specializing in Merlin's work and life!”

“You mean the Merlin? Like the one from King Arthur’s court?”

“The very same! Merlin attended Hogwarts, you know. And I'm studying some curious fixtures he left here centuries ago.”

“Fixtures?” Saphira asked, her curiosity growing.

Nora waved her over to a vine-covered pillar. “These vine-covered pillars. Dozens of them. All around the area. I've taken to calling them the 'Trials of Merlin.' I believe he created them as a diversion for his fellow Slytherins. He was terribly fond of puzzles and enigmas.”

Saphira walked around the pillar, humming softly. “I can see why you’re so interested in Merlin. I’d be keen to know more about the Trials.”

“Well then, I'll let you in on a little secret! No one has yet managed to figure out how they work. But I believe I have just unlocked a crucial clue. I suspect that mallowsweet is an important component in getting the Trials to work.”

“Mallowsweet?” Saphira asked, looking at Nora with interest.

“Versatile herb. Merlin repeatedly mentioned it in his writings. I had just arrived to test my theory when I was so rudely interrupted. You see, each swirl in Merlin's writing has a symbol in the center. That started me thinking. What if—”

Saphira caught on with a grin. “—the mallowsweet is meant to be placed at the center of the symbols?”

“Precisely! Would you care to do the honors? We can see what comes of our little hypothesis.”

“I would love to,” Saphira replied eagerly.

“Wonderful! My trunk over there has some mallowsweet you can use,” Nora said, gesturing towards a nearby trunk.

Saphira walked over, opened the trunk, and gathered the mallowsweet in her hands. She returned to the swirl on the ground, looking at Nora. “Ready?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Then put it on the center!”

Saphira grinned before sprinkling the mallowsweet over the middle. Her eyes widened in wonder as green magic swirled around, removing the vines from the pillars. “Amazing…”

Nora walked over to study the pillars while Saphira hummed thoughtfully. She pulled out her wand and walked over to the furthest pillar, pointing her wand at it. “Incendio!” she exclaimed, her eyes lighting up as the pyres began to burn. She rushed to another pillar and lit it, then the third one. She turned around and gasped as the stone swirl began to create a structure, a shadow of Merlin in green magic sitting in the middle of it.

Nora smiled brightly. “That is amazing! I must write about this! And tell my wife all about it, she’ll love

hearing this. Thank you so much for your help, dear.”

“Thank you for letting me help,” Saphira replied, her heart swelling with pride and excitement.

“Of course. Now do be careful on your way back to Hogwarts…”

“I will, ma’am.” Saphira began jogging back to Hogwarts, a small smile on her face at solving the Merlin Trial. However, her mind was still heavy with concern about the Ashwinders hunting for her.